#i physically cannot resist using red. its a good colour.

[bengallemon]

Polished kagedaze frame piece number one! I have realised that working in greyscale and only one colour is incredibly fun.

If you're like me and know exactly which moment in the pv this is, alongside music and lyrics, you may be entitled to financial compensation.

[isis-astarte-diana]

Puppetry

Summary: “There are pains the human body can never accustom itself to; birth, death, and the foreign presence of a psychic link chief amongst them.” Missy can’t wait to be inside you, in every possible way.

Warnings: 18+/NSFW/Explicit. Fisting, bondage, tiny bit of painful sex, dodgy dynamics, little bit of mind control, potential dub!con if you squint. As always, Missy is her own warning.

Word Count: 3993

NB: After mentioning it no less than twice (!!!) in Big Bad Wolf and Reckless, I had to do a fisting fic. Totally normal stuff. I don’t even know what to say about this thing. It’s strangely fluffy?? Good luck.

“Open wide, love.” 

Your mouth is full, a thick bit of supple leather resting snugly between your teeth. It’s buckled comfortably around the back of your head and your breaths, while wavering, are unobstructed. Your tongue is pinned beneath it. Words of protest and encouragement alike are robbed from you, replaced with the taste of earth and smoke and a satisfying fullness, a pleasant resistance that lets you work your jaws around it. Your wrists are bound above your head with soft restraints that grant you enough slack to wriggle. Lying supine and naked on this bed, the ship’s engines humming beneath you like cosmic music, your world shrinks to the space between Missy and yourself.

She’s stripped down to her chemise, the thin linen of it starkly white against the hair that tumbles down her back and over her bare shoulders. The half-light casts dancing shadows on the sharp lines of her cheekbones. With her knees planted between your thighs she leans over you, dark locks tickling your neck, and presses gentle fingers to your temples.

You can feel her there. She’s warm and throbbing just outside your mind, applying a faint pressure that ebbs and flows and grows in increments. It’s not the first time you’ve done this but you still aren’t used to the near-physical sensation of pushing as she inches closer to breaching you.

What starts as pressure slowly turns into discomfort. Beneath her fingertips twin pains begin to bloom in your temples, tight and reminiscent of the soreness from a tension headache. You close your eyes against it, focusing on steady, deep breaths, knowing from experience that the worst is yet to come.

The aches sharpen as they spread further into your skull and soon they’re creeping behind your eyes, blinding and burning as they go, two shafts of white-hot light parting the folds and creases of your brain so that they can meet in the middle. You shudder beneath her, the raw heat of it coursing down your spinal cord and making every nerve thrum with sensation. Behind the gag you wail in anguish.

Missy’s voice is tender. “Shh, shh, it’s alright.” She soothes you like a bucking animal, pressing her fingers deeper into the protesting muscles and rubbing tight circles. You barely feel the touch, consumed by the fire blazing inside your head, unable to control the arching of your back or the pitiful sounds streaming from you. “I know it hurts, my love, I know. Open up, let me inside.”

There are pains the human body can never accustom itself to; birth, death, and the foreign presence of a psychic link chief amongst them. For a single moment of vice-like agony you feel the familiar panic, that this will be the end of you, that you cannot possibly accommodate her in a skull already so full of meat and thought and memory and feeling and then-

Stars. 

Millennia of stars, nebulae bursting with life inside your mind, histories and futures beyond your comprehension that expand and fill each recess until you’re holding the universe itself within you. Infinity and eternity and the crushing weight of aeons, terrifying and beautiful, consume you. There are heavy tears rolling down your face but you can’t feel them. Your eyes are glazed and unseeing as they stare up at her, the ceiling beyond her, the whole of time that stretches beyond that.

Well done, pet.

Her voice inside you is grounding. It resonates through your bones and pulls you back to her, to the moment at hand. She’s a warm, lavender haze as she sinks into the hollows of you, filling the space like a cloud in a bell jar.

Relax for me.

The first rush of her psyche inside of yours is always overwhelming. It feels so much bigger than your own, impossible to contain as it swallows your consciousness within itself. She’s immeasurably patient, working the synapses in your brain as deftly as her fingers work the controls of her TARDIS, carefully returning your senses and awareness until you’re piloting your own body once more.

Like waking from an episode of sleep paralysis, the first shred of control regained comes with the twitching and curling of your fingers. The scent of her perfumed neck is quick to follow, bringing with it the taste of leather and the weight of her, warm and soft and deceptively strong between your legs. Your sight comes back gradually, eyelids fluttering as your optic nerve struggles to adjust, and when at last you see her hovering ethereal above you once more it’s the loveliest thing you can conceive of.

Missy leans down and kisses you. It’s awkward around the bit, but she’s undeterred, catching your lips one by one between her own and slicking them with her tongue. She cups your cheek and strokes it with her thumb as the shock of being so thoroughly invaded dies away and your quivering slows and stops.

Better?

No longer dizzying, it feels natural to hear her voice even as she busies her mouth with yours. You wriggle experimentally, testing the control of your muscles, satisfied to find your faculties returned completely.

Better. Perfect. Thank you.

Thank you for having me. She chuckles audibly, stroking the tears away from your cheek. You took me in so well.

You blink up at her, meeting her eyes, and the tenderness there catches in your throat. I’ll never get used to this. 

You will. Give it time. She presses her forehead to yours. This is just the beginning. I have so much left to show you.

Like what?

Her fingers trace along your jaw. I can control so much. The nerves, the muscles… they’re all just strings to pull. She rests her palm across your throat, the faintest of touches, measuring your breath. I can control this.

Do it. 

You’re surprised by the quickness of your response. The spoken word is a conscious choice, but you have no control over your thoughts, and you still don’t know how to keep them from her when she’s linked with you. More than the pain of entry, that’s the most frightening part of joining with her like this. For her, it’s the greatest appeal; the nakedness of you, soft and malleable and incapable of hiding. She can pore over your every desire, pick apart the deepest dreams and fantasies and fears that you could never verbalise.

Do you want me to? She senses, or hears, your hesitance.

I think so. Yes. Show me.

Your wish is my command, love.

Your throat closes suddenly, as if by an invisible drawstring. There’s an instant of horror when you try for an instinctive breath that doesn’t come. She soothes you with feather-light kisses to your cheek, humming inside you, relax, I have you, I won’t let it hurt. Her palm hooks under your jaw to gauge your pulse. I would never let it hurt.

I trust you. It’s only been a few seconds, but the shock of losing your breath like this is like plunging into Arctic waters and you’re already struggling. The panic rises slowly, your body protesting at an inability to draw breath that it can’t distinguish from dying, regardless of your consent. Missy...

Of course. She releases whatever hold she has on your windpipe immediately. Your chest heaves with grateful breaths and she grins against your jaw. That was very brave. Another tender kiss to the curve of your chin. You look so lovely when you’re desperate.

You squeak around the gag, twisting in your restraints. Please don’t tease me.

I would never. Her lips trail further down and you mumble an appreciative noise into the bit when the heat of her mouth descends on your neck, sucking an affectionate bruise just above your collarbone. I can feel it, you know. How much it excites you to have me inside like this.

Quivering, you lift your hips towards her, searching for her touch. So much. Like nothing else.

You can’t hide from me. I know what you want, what you need.

More. I need more.

How much more? A ferocious graze of teeth has you whining and squirming. How much will you give? How much can you take?

As much as you like. Always as much as you like, Missy. She’s driving you into a frenzy with her teeth and tongue, hands braced either side of you, keeping you pinned down and spread out like a mounted butterfly. Please. I’ll do anything.

My fist. She pushes out, a wave of her desire lapping at your mind while she puts one strong hand on your rocking hips and forces them to still. You groan around the bit. I want my fist inside you, filling you up, fucking you open until you beg me to stop.

Yes. Please, yes. Both hands are on your pelvis now and your back arches when she starts to kiss down the length of your breastbone, over your stomach, towards the thatch of hair between your thighs. Anything you want, just please, touch me. Take me. I’m yours. I’ll let you do anything.

You know just what a girl likes to hear. Her hands wrap warm and tight around the outsides of your thighs as she situates herself between them, slotting her shoulders into the space she creates, leaving you hooked around her and exposed enough to feel her breath against your slick folds. You whine and try to draw her closer. Oh, my little human, how beautiful you are down here. I'm ravenous for you. Can you feel it?

Inside your skull the fog of her is turning red at the edges, rolling through you like billows of steam in its maddening desire. She leaves you no room for shyness, engulfing your doubts in clouds the colour of an electrical storm, lighting you up from within even as she leans in and drags the flat of her tongue along the full length of your vulva. It’s hot and slick and not enough and you tug at the restraints, head thrown back in wild abandon. The skill of her mouth alone is enough to make you frantic but the telepathic link is like a feedback loop, amplifying your arousal through her own until it’s all you’re conscious of.

I love you. I can’t bear how much I love you. There’s not enough room in me for all of this.

You’re so dramatic. She repeats the long, slow stroke once, twice, each time making you moan. I love you, too, poppet.

Missy works her lips against you, sucking at your tender folds, her tongue caressing and exploring until your breath comes short and heavy. The first stroke of the underside of her tongue against your clitoris has you crying out, sinking your teeth into the leather wedged between them, thighs twitching around her head. She hums in satisfaction and does it again before focusing her attention exactly where you need it, fingers clenching tighter into the creases of your inner thighs, holding you perfectly still despite your screaming nerves as she worships the sensitive bud with her lips and tongue. She insistently follows every rocking motion of your hips, offering no reprieve from the excruciating assault.

There, right there. Just like that.

I know. I know what you want.

You wrap your hands around the bedposts, white-knuckled. I won’t last, Missy. It’s too much.

So don’t. She doesn’t let up for an instant. You’re almost howling behind the gag, body taut and trembling like a plucked string. I need you dripping when I take you. I need you relaxed. Come for me first.

She knows you too well. It’s effortless for her as she drags out the perfect repetition and rhythm, every sweet word that she sends pulsing into your mind pushing you nearer to the precipice. The pit of your stomach tightens with each laboured breath. Close. I’m so close.

Good girl. Her mouth is merciless, her grip on your thighs close to bruising, her voice vibrating through your bones. Come for me, love. Just for me. Let me taste what’s mine.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to fall apart, thrashing and writhing beneath her as your orgasm takes you. Your thoughts fall crashing into a jumble of professions of love and adoration and yours, all yours, always while you fruitlessly try to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations. She doesn’t let you go, working the last of the tremors from your supine body with her tireless mouth. In the back of your mind she swells with pride and pleasure.

So lovely. Always so lovely for me. I’ll never stop craving the taste of you. Your chest heaves as she presses tender kisses to the insides of your thighs, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Even so, she fails to hide her impatience. I need you. I need to be inside of you.

You know it’s not an exaggeration; she’s pushing and squirming urgently in your head, incandescent with desire, fanning the flames of your own need. Despite the aftershocks still pulsing through you her urgency is contagious, and your clenching cunt feels torturously empty.

Fuck me. Take me. I’m ready, Missy. I need to be filled.

And you will be.

She doesn’t tease, keeping one arm hooked around your thigh while she presses three fingers inside of you. They’re met with no resistance, your fluttering walls still pliant in the wake of your orgasm, the natural slickness more than sufficient to ease their way. Your grip tightens on the bedposts as if to drag you upwards and away but she holds firm as she begins to fuck you slowly.

Not enough. It’s not enough. It’s maddening, the way your mind can’t seem to reconcile with your body. You’re full with the thickness of her fingers, the width of them just this side of uncomfortable, a drag and slide against your insides that should be more than enough to satisfy you and yet it isn’t, not even close. What are you doing to me?

Tiny bit of psychic projection. She sweetens the words with another broad swipe of her tongue against your throbbing clitoris and your breathing falters. I thought you might need some courage.

Courage for what?

You feel the tip of her little finger against the stretched lips of your cunt, and then she’s twisting, driving her fingers deeper to accommodate the shorter length of this digit as it enters you. It burns, stings, just for a moment, enough to make you groan and bite down on the bit, arms trembling as your body stiffens in a brief but furious protest.

For that, mostly. She stills, giving you a chance to relax around her. Are you alright, poppet?

I think so. I don’t know. The discomfort ebbs away quickly, leaving your muscles clenching around the startling width of her four fingers, pulsing in time with your heart. It’s dizzying to be so open for her. No, but don’t stop. She chuckles, outside and inside. You can feel the absence of her thumb almost as acutely as the stretch, a breathtaking threat of more to come, miles left to go. I don’t know how I can take any more.

I’ll show you. I’ll help you. More tender, much-needed stimulation to your vulva, her mouth still astonishingly unwearied, never tired of pleasing you. She twists her fingers, wriggles them, massaging your insides and carefully making room for more. Patience, love. Always patience. You were made for me.

Now who’s the dramatic one?

Hush. Her fingers rock against the sensitive spot inside you, feeding the clenching pressure in your abdomen, making your legs twitch. You feel so good around me. So hot, so soft.

It’s so much. I’m so full. 

You’re almost there. Her thumb tucks into the hollow of her cupped fingers, pushing gently, easing you open further. This might feel... strange.

A giddy sort of laugh bubbles up from your chest. As opposed to?

Fair point. You draw a harsh breath when her fingers shift, expecting pain, prepared for her to push her thumb inside of you, but instead you feel a rush of slickness from your cunt, a fresh flood of your own arousal that coats her hand down to the palm. It’s not unpleasant but the sensation is bizarre, and you whine.

What was that? What did you do?

Just needed to ease the way a bit. The copious lubrication lets her thumb slide past your pulsing muscles with ease, so smoothly that you barely notice it until suddenly she’s buried inside you to the knuckles. Like I said... strings to pull. You’re lucky I know my human anatomy.

Even as you keen and writhe around the impossible stretch, you can’t help your exasperation. We do have lube, you know. There’s no need to show off.

I know. Starting up a slow rhythm of strokes inside you, her fingers push and twist, carefully working you open while you shudder and moan. It’s more fun this way, though.

Does this mean I’ll be really dehydrated later?

You wince as the idle thought rings out before you can stop it. Between your legs, Missy laughs, a rich and indulgent sound that makes your heart soar. Craning your neck from the mattress, an abashed look on your face, you see her grinning up at you. You squeak around the gag.

Sorry. Mood killer?

Never. Holding your gaze, she drags her tongue over your clitoris with aching precision. Your head falls back with a gasp. Plenty of water, tonight. Let me worry about it. I’ll take care of you.

You always do. Thank you.

My pleasure. She pushes deeper, letting you feel her slippery knuckles dragging at your labia, accustoming you to the width of them. Ready for the hard part?

Yes. No. Do it. You rock your hips in invitation. Please.

Beg me? A flick of her tongue against your overstretched entrance, drawing your attention to the size of her inside you. Just a little bit?

Please, Missy. Please fuck me with your hand. I need to feel you, all of you.

That’s my girl. You can feel her in your mind again, squirming with excitement, feeding your own. Deep breaths. Let me in.

Holding tight to the bedposts, you nod as best you can, fighting to steady your breathing. She moves almost painfully slowly, easing you open, a stretch that has your eyes rolling back in your head. When the sting begins to set in she knows it immediately.

So good for me. Such a brave little human. Her psyche caresses the inside of your skull, hot and slick, pulsing to the rhythm of her twin heartbeats. I could ruin you in so many ways.

You moan brokenly when she pauses, the full width of her knuckles splitting you open. Your cunt throbs and burns around them. You already have.

Silly girl. There’s a tightness in your chest, the ghost of her warm hand squeezing your lungs from the inside, making your breaths come shallow and your head swim with delirium. You have no idea what I could do to you. A twist of her hand; you cry out, hoarse, so consumed you’re numb to the beads of sweat trailing down the curve of your neck. You’re mine, you understand? Every cell of you. Every atom. You’re all mine.

I know. I know. I’m yours, Missy.

And I’m yours.

The world falls from beneath you when she slides home.

It feels like the link forming all over again, your vision whiting out, your senses failing but for the blazing fullness of her warm, slender hand inside your cunt, every curve of knuckle and bone tugging at your walls, hollowing out a space to fit her perfectly, her alone. You’re dimly aware that she must be projecting again because this has no right to feel as good as it does, and then she starts to move and the thought is no more.

Missy’s fingers flex inside you, rocking against your muscles, shifting and writhing and working you like a puppet. She’s reaching nerves you didn’t know you had and manipulating them relentlessly. You’re lost in the sensation, the aching, excruciating pressure that threatens to tear you apart in the sweetest way, unaware of the tears streaking down your face or the wail you’re choking out around the gag.

In your mind she pushes and pulls, slow thrusts that match her movements, suspending you in a merciless ebb and flow of physical and mental ecstasy. You’re drowning in her. She fills you and surrounds you with clouds of violet and red, caresses you from within with her knuckles, her thoughts, her blazing, burning adoration.

My girl. My dearest girl. How good it feels to fill you up like this.

You can’t control your movements, your sounds, your thoughts a babbling mantra of please please please please as she picks you apart, thread by thread.

You’ve done so well. You’ve taken so much. Come for me, now. I’ll feel it. I’ll go with you. Come on.

It’s a mystery to you, now, whether it’s her tongue on you or her fingertips or just her plucking the nerves from inside your skull, but you’re drawing her closer with your heels behind her shoulders, dragging your weight back by your clenched hands on the bedposts and coming hard. It almost hurts, racing down your spine like an electric shock, tight in your stomach and thighs and leaving you scream-hoarse, cunt pulsing and gushing around the width of her hand.

Something in the psychic link releases as she lets you come flooding into her mind, welcoming the rush of sensation you bring. Untouched and still half-clothed she feels it with you, lets herself be swept away by your own orgasm. If you were more coherent you might be comforted by the way she swears and shudders, the look of wild-eyed ecstasy on her face when she sinks her teeth into the soft, slick flesh of your inner thigh and comes with you, rocking her hips into the bed, growling and moaning into your skin.

It seems to last an age. There’s no reprieve from the telepathic interference, looping your climax through hers, dragging it out until you’re sure you’ll go mad from the pleasure and then-

Enough. That’s enough. Missy pulls back, throws her walls up again, allowing you to come back to your senses with only her unsteady voice for company. Good girl. My good girl. Breathe.

You didn’t realise you hadn’t been.

It takes a few seconds of gasping and quivering but you claw back control over your body, relaxing your death grip on the bedposts, letting your arched back fall to the mattress. Your cunt is almost numb from the overwhelming stimulation and you can scarcely feel her hand inside you.

Are you alright? 

You can’t straighten your thoughts out enough to respond. Instead, you chuckle breathlessly into the gag, more than a bit hysterical.

You look lovely like this.

You can only imagine the state you’re in, sweating and twitching, hair strewn across your tear-stained face. I doubt that.

You shouldn’t. She kisses the bruising imprint of her teeth in your thigh. You look ravished.

That’s one word for it.

Missy starts to move, to curl her thumb back in preparation for the achingly slow process of withdrawing her hand, but you tug her weakly back into place with your calf hooked around her shoulders.

Can we stay like this? Please. Just for a minute.

Aren’t you sore?

Sore is an understatement. She laughs, resting her cheek against your thigh. It feels... I don’t know. Good. Right. I like being so full of you. I don’t want you to go just yet.

Then I won’t.

Her free palm strokes your hip, your stomach, everywhere she can reach. Her mind wraps soft and warm around your own, easing the tremors, silencing the cacophony.

I won’t go, love.

[imasimpforstevengrant]

Why do we like this clown so much?

Change the "we" for "I" and you get an usual tag I use whenever I post my content in Tumblr. And it sounds funny at first but whenever you start diving into that phrase, the deeper it becomes. So, I finally have decided to share my thoughts about this strange but wholesome attraction to this deeply flawed character. It's not something I usually do since I don't know how to write down my feelings properly and also in english so please forgive any typos (I'm from Chile so don't be surprised lol).

So...Why do we like this clown so much?

Why was it that a character precisely designed to scare and to disgust the fuck out of us ended up unchaining a series of feelings that shouldn't have taken place in a beginning?

Let's take a look at the background: Joaquin Phoenix was cast as Arthur Fleck/Joker in 2018. The first image of him as the aforementioned character revealed a deeply disturbed man. We knew the plot. A man driven to insanity after a brutal history of abuse, creating concern in people if the upcoming film would inspire real life violence. Incel violence and mass shootings, more specifically.

(the image in question)

As 2019 arrives, the two trailers generated so much hype that media needed to fuel its concern about it. Since it wasn't your typical comic book film, media basically bombed our minds making us believe this film was going to be a total disaster, an excuse to cause harm to others among other nonsense, as if the film would justify everything Arthur would do in the film, eventually. As the release date is closer, the film receives thunderous applause and unanimous praise from critics. At this, fans rejoiced and expressed impatience to watch the film.

October 5th.

People left the theaters amazed, shocked and genuinely moved by the inhuman treatment Arthur received in the film. The fear media tried so desperately to infuse in us with all the incel bullshit and such turned out to awake one of the most positive, best feelings in humans:

E M P A T H Y

The word that so gloriously cleared away any dark thoughts or actions not only proves media was wrong but it turned out to ridicule it in way nobody will forget: Hundreds of people advocating for mental illness, calling out to the kindness that could change a person's bad day and questioning how politicians and rich people are indifferent to social problems proved how much as a society we have changed in comparison with the one shown in the film.

However, since we are on Tumblr, I'll get straight to the point and try to explain why the fuck does this clown has us dying out of love and compassion (and lust).

I. Background.

As nurturing as we women are for a biological matter, we see a man deprived of a good job, is on seven different medications, working like a slave to sustain his ill mother, putting aside his own health and well-being to look for her, struggling to make his dream of being a comedian despite everyone stepping on him, underpaid and treated like a freak for a disorder he did not ask to suffer, which makes it impossible to be indifferent to all the horrible ordeal that eventually will reach the limit of what he can tolerate without going insane. It is impossible to not say or think, at least, that someone (even if it's just one person) should stand for him just as it is impossible not to feel the need to throw ourselves at him to shield him from people who hurt him or simply offer him our shoulder whenever he has had a bad day, specially when he learns he was sexually assaulted by his step father.

This horrid behaviour terrifies newer generations because they get a taste of what being a social outcast was like more than thirty years ago in comparison with today, where there's more acceptance and treatment for mentally ill people like Arthur. We see in him someone who could have been saved with a proper education and emotional support instead of descending into madness as a criminal. Others simply saw themselves being treated like him at some point in their lives and couldn't help but put themselves in his shoes.

II. Personality.

TRUTH BE TOLD:

There's something called "attraction by proximity". It is the explanation to the eventual love you feel whenever someone doesn't catch your eye at first terms of physical attraction but his/her personality does attract you. This happens to be the base of this situation. His shyness, introverted nature, tenderness and innocent desire to make people laugh and put on a happy face awake some kind of tenderness we cannot resist. This combined with the gloomy background increases our understanding (but not justifying) of the bad decisions he'll eventually take during the course of the film. This traces a line of harsh, almost hurtful contrast of the violence he shows later on the film. Once again, it is not justified in any way but it is certainly understandable.

III. Appearance.

Arthur Fleck is unconventionally attractive.

This happens to be a plus for most women. He is out of the male beauty standards (no abs, not too muscly or particularly tall), which makes him even more unique. It is precisely the fact that he's not a model one of the reasons women love him. He could easily be your man next door or your colleague or the guy you always see but never dare to talk for fear to bother him Because it's about proximity. Arthur looks like your common neighbour. He's not meant to be your typical desirable male protagonist at all.

... And yet.

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking hot I can't even---

It's not about how beautiful his green eyes are, his long slender fingers, his hair or his smile only. It's the charm behind it.

Another "magnet point" is the way he dresses. I know he's impoverished and his wardrobe tend to be repetitive but it is so unpretentious, so simple that is hard to not fall for. The modesty of the shirts, ironed trousers reminds us of a mature man deeply withdrawn into himself, love starved and longing to be seen and loved by others, like a war veteran who still fights the most important war: with himself. Is someone who needs to be listened and understood.

AND OF COURSE WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT IT?

He's also brought back the old gentleman outfit, white shirts, red/yellow vest, red suit and elegant dancing moves and the retro style of the film boosts this attractiveness.

People keep comparing him with the previous interpretation of Joker (Leto's) whose costume appealed to young women with a tattooed, gangster, mumble rapper crazy-guy wannabe which didn't connect with the audiences (young people in general). This supposedly was to match or even have a sexy, tormented and desirable villain like Marvel's Loki. We all know how that story ended but it's the link for the next point below.

IV. Transformation

This is a particularly strong point considering how much we loved to watch the process of this weak, powerless, forgotten caterpillar into a beautiful and visible butterfly that will gracefully stir its wings for everyone to see its colours.

When Arthur transitions to the Joker, it's so cathartic to see taking revenge on those who wronged him (even when we're not supposed to root for him) like seeing his shyness fading away into a vivid confidence when dancing half naked in the bathroom, or witnessing him making way to make his name known to people in Murray Franklin's Show:

Adding to this newly gained confidence, there's another turn on: the way he walks.

At the beginning, his pace is hunched and limping, displaying his submission to violence, which makes the viewer more satisfied to see his broken yet beautiful soul turning the past pain of his existence into art: he lets music guide his moves as a way to tell the world he's a new man by cutting most of the sick, evil roots that harmed him, that he's invincible, that no one can stop him. Watching this cathartic display of euphoria was the most iconic scene in the film, following his speech at the TV and the inevitable meltdown that caused Murray's death.

Going to further appreciation, even his clown make up is beautiful. Why? Simple. The combination of colours, shapes and the intimidating glare just embellishes even more the character.

The dark blue triangles in his expressive eyes makes the light green colour to highlight, specially in dark backgrounds, giving the impression he's piercing your soul whenever he stares directly at the camera. Same can be said about the red smile and emerald green hair. They boost an already intimidating look.

The cold and warm colours paint a picture of a man full of intense emotions, mirroring it in a simple yet masterful artistic way.

Another interesting point is the way Joker dresses. Usually we had almost every single live adaption of this character in purple coat, hat, etc. But this particular version is not following any comic, which gives more freedom to creativity and once again, out of the standards of what we could have expected.

Red is a colour related to passion, action, love, strength, motivation and excitement. As for yellow, it indicates freshness, happiness and enlightenment and finally, green. Green is renewal, growth and regeneration. Colours that represent a new stage in his life, a mirthful chapter at last. We finally get to see our battered, always humiliated protagonist (or hero) descending into madness, but finally free from his repressed man who held his soul captive like a bird to fly away, to never come back. An insanity that despite being his downfall, turned out to be his ticket to freedom as he walks to the light in Arkham Asylum dancing at the end.

Ladies and gentlemen: behold the film nobody asked... But the film we fucking deserved.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

❤️💚💛

[ephemeral-afterlight]

Day 10: Unconscious

(We’ll lie, we’ll die.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 10: Unconscious

Word Count: 2065

Relationships: none

Warnings: Not unsympathetic Virgil but he is kinda an asshole in this, misunderstandings, physical violence, injury (head wound), cursing, implied neurodivergent/autistic Deceit (and mislabeling stimming as anxiety)

A/N: virgil having repercussions for his actions? i love this song! 

anyway, i’m sorry i’m late every day. i’m trying my best, but i’m having to write these in about an hour or so’s time, and it’s really difficult when the prompts are longer than 1k.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Virgil’s voice obviously comes as a shock to Deceit, of whom spins around from where he’s standing at the kitchen counter and hides his hands behind himself. Even as Deceit looks surprised, and a bit weary, there’s a gleam of childish excitement, and Virgil doesn’t like the look of it a single bit. The snake-like side shifts his weight between both of his feet nervously, rocks back and forth as he shyly glances up at him with bright eyes, and Virgil has a bad feeling about this.

“O-Oh, I was, uh-- I--” Deceit stammers, refusing to make eye contact, and Virgil narrows his eyes suspiciously. What the hell is he planning this time? Back when he still lived with them, Remus and Deceit played pranks all the time, and Virgil can still distinctly remember the feeling of putting his foot in his sock and it immediately being submerged in tomato sauce. Disgusting, and juvenile, and Remus hasn’t stopped calling him Spaghetti Sock since. Isn’t he creativity? Couldn’t he be a little more… you know… creative?

“Wait, are those cupcakes? What the hell do you think you’re doing messing with Patton’s stuff?” Virgil snaps when Deceit moves a bit too far to the right, exposing the tray of cakes decorated with patterns and colours to match each of the four light sides, including himself. There are light blue ones, undoubtedly Patton’s, which he decorated with hearts and outlines of cat heads. There are red ones, for Roman, which have music notes and stars. There are ones that are obviously Logan’s in dark blue, with stripes and mathematical symbols. And then there are Virgil’s, purple swirls and bats and spiders that must have terrified Patton to draw. 

Deceit looks like a deer caught in headlights, and his hand flutters at his side, quickly patting the side of his thigh over and over again. He’s obviously anxious, which is a dead giveaway that he’s up to no good. Virgil doesn’t know what the hell he’s trying to do. Is he messing up the designs? Eating them himself? Throwing them away? Virgil doesn’t think Deceit is that evil or malicious, but… what if he’s trying to poison them? What if he’s using Patton’s hard work to get back at them?

“Patton’s… stuff?” Deceit questions slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and the purple cupcake he’s holding in his hand is lowered. He glances down at it, turns to look at the tray for a moment, then meets Virgil’s glare with an odd gaze of his own. “But that’s not--”

“What’s going on down here? I’m trying to get my beauty sleep, hello!” Roman’s voice booms as he walks into the kitchen to stand in front of the dining table and rub at his eyes groggily. Logan follows behind, wearing plain pajama pants and a t-shirt as a contrasting juxtaposition to Roman’s boldly patterned matching set. He doesn’t say anything, just leans against the counter and crosses his arms, and his sleepy eyes are dark and neutral where they bore into Deceit.

“Deceit’s messing with Patton’s cupcakes. He won’t tell me what he’s doing,” Virgil growls in response, twisting his jacket sleeves in either hand restlessly. Deceit just looks down at his shoes, and taps on his leg faster, and Virgil wishes he’d just stop.

“What?! You fiend! How could you deface these sweet treats?” Roman asks as he pulls out his sword from seemingly nowhere, too offended to notice Deceit shrink back in what appears to be fear. What, he can pick a fight, but he runs away as soon as he’s confronted? Coward.

“That’s not--”

“Oh, quit lying, Deceit. Just own up so I can go to bed,” Virgil blusters, raises a lip in distaste when Deceit has the nerve to look upset. He’s the one who came into their home, messed with their stuff, and of course he’s gonna make himself the victim somehow. Fucking typical.

“Virgil,” Logan snaps from beside him, and Virgil whips his head to him in surprise. Is he seriously getting in trouble for this? For Deceit trying to hurt them? He’s just trying to protect them from a lying, evil snake, and Logan’s mad at him? “You are being unnecessarily harsh. Did you even see him do anything to the cupcakes? How do you know his intentions? Did you ask him, and did you allow him to speak? No matter if you like Deceit or not, you cannot accuse him of tampering and then refuse to even allow him the chance to explain himself or clear up any potential misunderstandings. He has the right to a fair trial.”

And despite Logan of course making it into literal due process, Virgil still listens. Maybe… maybe Logan’s right. He’s been stressed out all day, and he’s exhausted from the panic attack he had a few hours ago, so… maybe he’s bringing that negativity with him. He’s… what did Dr. Picani call it? Projecting. He’s projecting his frustration onto Deceit. He just needs to calm down and try to see a different perspective. Right.

“They’re Patton’s cupcakes. I didn’t make them. I was making them look worse. They taste like shit now. I hope you hate them,” Deceit rushes out, and his eyebrows furrow immediately. He looks frustrated, and confused, and a little bit panicked, and Virgil doesn’t see any of it. Instead, he sees Patton’s dejected face when he realizes that Deceit ruined the cupcakes he made for them, the way he’ll be so sad that Deceit can’t be good, that he’s nothing more than a snake. He’s angry. So angry. And Roman lets out an insulted “Hah?!”, shows the same emotion Virgil is feeling.

“What the fuck? Who the hell do you think you are?” Virgil snarls as Deceit sets the themed cupcake that was in his hand back into its place in the pan. His head buzzes like a swarm of wasps filled with ire, and he’s itching to do something he can’t pinpoint.

“Wait, no, he’s--” Logan starts, but a single indecipherable look from the snake-like side cuts his words off. The exchange is odd, and feels too familiar to be between the two, and Virgil doesn’t even care.

“I’m not gonna-- I’m gonna leave now,” Deceit chokes out, expression distressed and mouth wobbling, and Virgil’s so fucking mad. How dare he try to throw himself a pity party? Fake-crying, seriously? Who the hell believes that? And then Deceit is clutching at his cape with white knuckles, hunched over as he tries to sweep out of the kitchen, and-- no. He’s not just going to come in here, mess up their shit, and get away with it.

In a single motion, Virgil shoves Deceit forward, watches his panic and shock when he stumbles. He watches the fear flash through his eyes, the betrayal, the resignation, and Virgil falters too late.

Deceit’s head ricochets off the edge of the counter, smacking into the granite countertop with a loud thump. The others cringe in sympathy, wince when his iconic bowler hat is sent flying to the ground where it skids to a stop beside a chair. His body comes down with him, descends when his knees give out from the pain, and his limp arms fall to rest in front of him. He slowly pulls in on himself, and then relaxes completely with his body curled around the edge of the cabinet.

“Virgil! I may have had my own outbursts before, but I cannot condone unprompted violence!” Logan hisses, reprimands digging deep to unearth the tiny loose thread of guilt from the fray ripping into Virgil’s psyche. That… that was too much, even for him. What the hell? He’s-- he’s not supposed to be the bad guy! He’s been trying to be better, and at the first sign of provocation, he immediately becomes worse than the one he’s angry at? He stooped that low in a matter of moments?

“Come on, we all know we can’t get injured. Quit being dramatic,” Roman sighs as he puts his sword away. Even he glances at Virgil with the slightest hint of surprise, crosses his arms and shifts his attention to Deceit. He looks exasperated but empathetic, something that is far from mirrored on Virgil’s own face. “Deceit. Seriously. I know that wasn’t cool of Virgil, but there’s no point in dragging this out.”

And Deceit… doesn’t answer. He may be a liar, and a slippery snake, but he has nothing to gain from faking being hurt, so what is he doing? Is he trying to guilt-trip Virgil? Not that he… not that he doesn’t kinda deserve it, but it’s an… annoying way to go about making him apologize. Which he might not even do, if Deceit’s still being an asshole when he gets up. But then Logan is kneeling down beside Deceit, shaking his shoulder with an uncommon worry in his eyes, and suddenly this whole thing doesn’t feel as nonchalant as before. “Deceit. Deceit. Wake up. Deceit!”

He doesn’t wake up.

Then Logan rolls Deceit over, displays the blood coming from the cut on the snake-like side’s forehead, shows how his head rolls to the side without any resistance, and Virgil feels his heart leap into his throat. What the fuck. What the fuck. He didn’t-- He may have been mad, but he wasn’t trying to seriously hurt him! Why isn’t he getting up? They’re sides, for Christ’s sake, they can’t get injuries like that! They heal almost instantaneously!

“He’s-- he’s not waking up. I think-- maybe he can’t wave the wound away because he was knocked unconscious? But he still should have woken up by now. I don’t understand,” Logan mutters, talks in circles around himself with a rapid-fire pace. His thoughts are clearly hard at work, assessing all available information and possible outcomes, and Virgil’s hands are shaking. Why isn’t he waking up?

“Kiddos? Why is everyone awake so late? W-- What happened in here?!” Patton shrieks as soon as he sees the blood, and his hand shoots up to cover his mouth. He has to turn and lean on the kitchen door frame for support, uses the other hand to cradle his queasy stomach, and Virgil is simultaneously relieved and terrified.

“Deceit came in here and messed with the cupcakes you made, and then Virgil got mad and pushed him,” Roman informs plainly, hands clenched at his sides with the stress of not being able to do anything to help. Virgil is in the same boat himself. His fingers twist around each other, fidgety as he incredulously watches Logan attempt to wave away the wound and subsequently fail.

“But I didn’t make cupcakes,” Patton says worriedly, eyes perturbed as he seems to try to mentally extract information from the two still standing. Of course, he can’t read their minds, so he can only speculate himself, and that allows his brain to finally process Roman’s words. “Wait, Virgil pushed him? Virgil, that’s not okay!”

“But-- you didn’t make them? Then wh--” Virgil starts, but then his voice gets locked in his throat when he comes to the obvious realization. Fuck. Fuck! He… those were… why?! Why did he just stand there? Why didn’t he just say s--

Oh.

“This is what happens when you jump to conclusions, Virgil. I thought you’d moved past this type of childish behaviour, but clearly my expectations were too high. Deceit obviously made cupcakes for us, went to the trouble of decorating them with our preferred colours and themes, and you knocked him unconscious for it,” Logan says angrily. His words are charged, and they’re completely true. Virgil can’t-- he’s so stupid. He was so caught up in himself he didn’t even bother to look at the full picture. He knows what it’s like to be the outcast, knows what it’s like to try to fit in and appeal to people the only way he knows how, and yet he still… He demonized Deceit without even bothering to put himself in his shoes. He shouldn’t even need to, because he’s been there, and he still ruined what was obviously meant to be a thoughtful gift to make peace with them. He’s such an asshole.

“I hope you’re happy with your choice, Virgil,” Logan mumbles, and Patton is conflicted, and Roman can’t even look at him, and Virgil knows he’s seriously fucked up.

[writtenbynath]

Jaskier saves the day

This is Witcher fanfic with mind control, lots of it. You have been warned.

Twilight coloured the edge of the horizon red as the Witcher kneeled alone in a field. For a moment, he looked over at the crumbling walls of the elven ruin at the edge of the field, watching for any sign of the spectre. When he was certain all was still quiet, he brought his attention back to the blade oil he had prepared, and started to grease his silver blade. His white hair was pulled back in a ponytail and his scarred face looked tense, as if he expected a difficult fight.

At a safe distance, two horses grazed, lazily swishing their tails. Jaskier was just about to sit down beside the horses with a blanket, when he noticed a woman approach from the treeline. Her long skirts trailed over the grass, yet she strode confidently forward, unafraid to sully the gown that hugged her voluptuous body. Jaskier recognised her; she was the person who had paid for the contract. Geralt had briefly talked to her about it back in the village, and Jaskier had watched from a distance, too stunned by the woman's beauty to form words, let alone sentences. Perhaps Geralt's haste to leave the village and find the haunted ruins was meant to prevent Jaskier from embarrassing himself. Jaskier jumped to his feet, excited to have another chance. 

He straightened his coat and tried to wipe the dirt from his trousers as she approached, a feeble attempt to make a good impression. But as she stopped, she didn't even look at Jaskier. Her eyes were on the Witcher's broad shoulders as he sat motionless in the field, the sword lying ready beside him.

"I wouldn't go any closer if I were you…" Jaskier hesitated to call her by any title, and he didn't remember her name. "The wraith is expected to appear soon."

"I know." Her voice was soft like silk, it made Jaskier's heart beat faster. "I've encountered it before. I'm curious to see how the Witcher deals with it."

Trying not to let his eyes stray to her bosom, Jaskier gaped at her. "You've seen it yourself? And survived? That's uh…"

A terrible cry pierced the veiled sky and Geralt leapt to his feet, silver sword ready to strike. Ghostly light flickered in the ruins and he stalked closer to it.

As he wondered whether he was far away enough to be safe, Jaskier's eyes nervously jumped to and fro between the impending danger and the woman standing beside him, who remained surprisingly calm. 

"What… What would a lady… as lovely as yourself… be doing in a godforsaken place like this?" He stammered.

The Witcher pounced over a ruined wall, disappearing out of sight. The clash of metal on stone resounded through the air, accompanied by an inhuman wail.

"I was looking for something." The woman touched the pouch hanging from her belt, as if to check that it was still there. Then she started to walk towards the ruins.

Jaskier grabbed her arm. "Don't go closer." As she pulled herself loose from his grip, he noticed her slender fingers and her long, sharp fingernails. It gave him goosebumps.

"Do you have so little faith in the Witcher?" She chuckled as she continued to the ruins, undeterred even when the walls shook from some kind of heavy impact.

He trotted after her with an uncomfortable smile. "I have experience with…" He shivered when a man's voice groaned painfully on the other side of the wall. "...getting in the way. I wouldn't recommend it."

She gave him a disdainful look. "I see where you're coming from."

Another series of clashes, a ghostly cry and then sudden silence. Only darkness waited beyond the crumbling walls now. 

The woman paused for a moment with her hand on the ancient stonework, listening for the laboured breathing of the Witcher. Something about her presence here and her behaviour made Jaskier uneasy, even though his eyes were drawn to the way her gown hugged the curves of her lower back and hips. She turned the corner and stepped over some rubble and out of view. Jaskier remained in the relative safety of the open field for a little longer.

"Katenka…" Jaskier could hear scorn in Geralt's low, gravelly voice. "I thought you'd have the courtesy to wait until I left before you'd swoop in to steal your treasure."

"I need you to come with me." She replied.

"Oh no no no, sorceress. The Aen Seidhe sealed this tomb. One of them sacrificed his life to become its eternal guardian. He'll be back mere hours from now. I plan to heed his warning. Good luck and goodbye."

Jaskier stood still, one hand on the wall, listening intently. He could hear the sound of footsteps devolving into a struggle. Was she going toe to toe with the Witcher? Jaskier wished he could see it, but he didn't dare to move. He could hear Geralt grunt and her voice, Katenka. She spoke with a strange cadence, as if the words were a poem, or a lullaby. 

"I know you are weary. The wraith has drained you, worn you out. Your body aches. You look into the depths of my eyes. A calm comes over you. My magic is soothing. Irresistible. Your breathing slows. Such a relief. You can relax now. Open up to me. I offer you solace. You ache for it. Your heavy limbs obey me. Surrender to me. You cannot resist."

The metallic clatter of the sword falling to the ground startled Jaskier. He had never seen Geralt drop his sword. Jaskier tried to swallow his fear. Should he go in there and try to disrupt her spell? Heroics were not in his nature. Dread formed a cold pit in his stomach as he found the entrance to the ruins and stepped over the rubble.

The sorceress stood in the middle of the ruined building, holding the Witcher's gaze, one hand grasped him firmly by the ponytail, the other caressed his cheek. Geralt swayed on his feet, his arms hanging limply at his sides. The sword lay discarded behind him. His yellow eyes were large and dull, helplessly drawn to hers. And his mouth hung open with such a blank expression, Jaskier froze in his tracks, staring at the scene.

Katenka blinked slowly and Geralt's eyes followed, as her silken voice continued to enchant him. "You are giving in to me. Your thoughts grind to a halt. Singularly focused on me. On the relief of surrender. The bliss I offer you. My power washes over you, and you succumb." 

He involuntarily leaned towards her, his massive shoulders slumping. When she touched Geralt's forehead, his eyes slammed shut, his knees buckled and she stepped aside as he collapsed on the ground.

Alarmed, Jaskier winced. "What have you done to him?" He blurted out.

Katenka glanced over her shoulder at Jaskier. "This is only temporary, unfortunately."

"Did you lure Geralt here for this? Why?" His voice sounded more shrill than he liked; his fear of the sorceress' power made his heart pound in his throat.

For a moment, she regarded the white-haired man lying senseless at her feet. "I did need him to dispatch the wraith. And now you are going with me inside the tomb."

Crossing his arms as boldly as he could, undermined by his high-pitched voice, he asked: "And why would I do that?"

"Because I'm holding Geralt's mind hostage." She bent down to grasp his ponytail, lifting up his head to show off his unconscious face. With a dull thump, his head fell back down when she released his hair.

Feeling light-headed, Jaskier scoffed. "Well, good luck with that. You'll never find anything without Geralt's mind. Mine won't be of any use to you, I know next to nothing!"

Katenka inclined her head as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you proposing to trade places with him?"

"I am not!" His eyes wide, he retreated a step, as if that would save him. 

She regarded him for a moment. "What a shame..." She turned away and clapped her hands. "Get up, Witcher! We're going into the tomb."

The Witcher shuddered and groaned. The muscles of his arms tensed before he managed to push himself up from the ground. There was nothing left of his usual air of danger as he sat there on his hands and knees. With a low grunt, he clutched his face and rubbed his eyes.

Despite himself, Jaskier dashed over to help him up. "Geralt, are you alright?"

"Fuck, no." 

He shook his head and leaned heavily on the much smaller man as he struggled to his feet. Jaskier noticed that something was off about the way he moved, about his posture, as if he was not Geralt, but a lumbering husk of Geralt. With bleary eyes he took in his surroundings, until they rested on the sorceress.

"You look fine to me," she said with a smug grin. "We're going inside. Get your things."

Hiding behind the Witcher's broad shoulders, Jaskier managed to sound more defiant now. "Geralt of Rivia doesn't take orders from…" His voice died in his throat when Geralt unwieldily bowed to the sorceress, and collected his sword and other items from the ground.

"Geralt!" Jaskier huffed and waved his hands in an exasperated gesture. "You could at least try to fight it!"

As the Witcher strapped his sword sheath to his back, his yellow eyes stared off into the distance. "I cannot resist." His voice sounded hoarse.

Jaskier gaped at him, his eyes wide, his hands jittery. "Oh no…" he muttered.

"The entrance is here." Katenka waited for them at the top of a stone stairway leading down. "Are you coming? Or is it just me and Geralt?"

The Witcher drew up next to her and closed his eyes, his head drooping, looking as if he were sleepwalking. 

Jaskier swallowed and hesitated. He couldn't abandon his friend, but what could he possibly do to free Geralt from the sorceress' influence? Even if he did manage to physically overpower her, which was unlikely, would that help? He looked at Katenka, at her curvy figure and her elegant hands. Wrestling her to the ground would not be unpleasant, it was worth a try.

"I apologise profusely, but…" and Jaskier lunged at the sorceress with his fist.

However, Geralt stepped in front of her, absorbing the blow with his arm. In a reflex, he shoved Jaskier to the ground. All without even opening his eyes.

Katenka chuckled as Jaskier scrambled to his feet. He cautiously approached them, looking up at his friend's closed eyes. "Geralt? Are you awake?" 

The Witcher jerked, as if trying to shake the magic out of his head. His fingers curled into fists and a growl rumbled in his throat. "I'm awake. Just not…" He finally managed to wrest his eyes open to look at Jaskier. "...in control."

"Right… So, no attacking the sorceress unless I want my skull broken open. Got it." Jaskier muttered.

"Why don't you go down first?" Katenka stepped away from the stairs to let Jaskier pass with a self-satisfied look.

The stone steps were worn down in the middle and caked with dirt and dust. Jaskier's knees felt weak as he descended into the ancient cellar. There were a million places where he would rather be, including the dungeons of Oxenfurt. When he accidentally stepped on a pebble, he stumbled against the rough wall and whimpered. "It's awfully dark down here."

The sound of heavy footfalls announced that Geralt came down the steps behind him, carrying a blazing torch. The torchlight revealed a narrow, winding corridor and another set of steps leading further down.

"What is this place?" Jaskier asked in a hushed voice, looking up at Geralt.

His jaw clenched, as if he was still trying to fight the mind control, to no avail. A low grunt escaped his lips, but he didn't reply. 

Katenka clapped her hands behind them, the sound echoed through the underground passage. "Keep going."

The effect on Geralt was immediate; he shuddered and his body strode down the stairs while his head slumped forward again. It startled Jaskier and he backed away against the wall. As he stared at Geralt, he found himself wondering what it felt like to be a helpless passenger in one's own body. Could he still trade places with him? Geralt at least stood a chance at opposing the sorceress…

Suddenly, her hand grasped his shoulder, and Jaskier froze. "What's on your mind, boy?" Her breath was warm against his skin and her scent was intoxicating. His mouth opened, but only wordless stammering came out.

Her hand moved to cup his jaw. "You have such beautiful, bright eyes. Perhaps I should have enthralled you instead of that gruff brute. Does he care for you at all?"

He gasped, paralysed. It was so easy to imagine how her piercing look could invade his mind and overpower him. How her silken voice could wrap around him and trap him. What could he possibly do to stop that from happening?

"I like you." With a grin, she let go of him and followed Geralt further down the stairs.

As Geralt and the torch moved away, Jaskier stood in the growing darkness, leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Perhaps it was not too late for him to trade places with Geralt. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that was the only way to save his friend. Shaking his head, he muttered to himself: "Jaskier, you're short of a marble..."

He scampered after the sorceress and grabbed her hand. "Now, you see… I may not be of much use to you when it comes to monsters and wraiths and ancient elven ruins." He gave her a mischievous look and even managed to summon a twinkle in his eye. "But I know how to please a woman." He bowed and kissed her fingers.

She giggled as she freed her hand from his grip. "Silly boy, not here."

Geralt cleared his throat to get their attention. He was standing at the bottom of the steps with the torch, facing a blank wall. For a moment, as they looked down the steps at him and the wall, all was silent. Then, Geralt leaned forward, pressed his face against the wall, and groaned. He rolled his shoulders and tensed up, craning his neck. "Release me!" He howled.

Katenka rushed down the steps to grab him by the shoulders and make him face her. "Look at me, Geralt. Look into my eyes. You want release? Surrender to me. Stop fighting me. It will only wear you down. You cannot resist. You cannot break free. Struggling will only consume your strength. Your only path to relief is to succumb to my power. To obey me."

"Oh... Obey..." His voice was hollow as she held his gaze, and he swayed on his feet. The tension melted from his body and his mouth sagged open.

Jaskier gasped at the sight. Geralt, with all the strength of a witcher, was powerless against her. Would throwing himself at Katenka give Geralt any sort of meaningful reprieve? He stared at her mesmerising eyes, trying to come up with a way he could convince her to enthrall him instead. 

When the sorceress reached up to touch Geralt's forehead, he slumped forward, face-first into her bosom. His arms dropped to his sides and the torch rolled onto the floor. "Pick it up, pretty boy." She said to Jaskier, as she struggled to hold the Witcher's bulky body upright.

He managed to pick up the torch before the flame died, and he looked at the blank wall at the bottom of the stairs. It was different from the other walls, the stones were smaller, and more lopsided. It didn't look very sturdy. How long ago was this hastily plastered shut? Jaskier pushed that thought away and stared at Geralt, wishing it was him sagging against Katenka's body, his face in her bosom, her hands touching him. In order to save Geralt from this awful fate, of course!

The sorceress slapped Geralt's cheek. "Awake! Put that indomitability of yours to use and find a way to open that wall."

Like a magically controlled golem, the Witcher lumbered towards the wall, and again Jaskier backed away, unnerved by the way the mind control changed his friend. His scarred face was somehow more cold and expressionless than before, and his eyes were like deep, hollow pits. He rested his hand on the stonework for a moment, checking its thickness. Then, he took a step back, and with a strange magical gesture, summoned a strong burst of wind that blew the stone and mortar apart. With his boot, he kicked and shoved some of the rubble aside, to clear the way.

"After you." Katenka smiled at Jaskier.

He carefully stepped through the hole, carrying the torch. As he passed the Witcher, standing there motionless, waiting for the sorceress, Jaskier dawdled for a moment.

"Geralt? Can you hear me?"

The yellow eyes stared blankly ahead, there was no reaction whatsoever, not even a blink.

Jaskier patted him on the arm. "Save your strength, my friend. I'll distract her somehow."

The short corridor, now scattered with dust and rubble, led to a large, heavy oak door. Jaskier stopped to examine the ornate lock, but the torchlight didn't let him peer through the keyhole. 

The sorceress and the Witcher came up behind him and he turned to tell them: "Well, this doesn't look like you could blow it apart quite so easily."

Katenka reached into the pouch on her belt and gave Jaskier a large key that would fit the keyhole. "Try this."

As he moved toward the door with the key, he noticed that she withdrew behind the Witcher, who still stood there, frozen, his eyes dead. Jaskier cringed, closed his hand around the key, and turned around to face the sorceress. "Let's think about this for a moment. Why am I doing this for you? Because I may want to please you, you are a very attractive woman, but as you said yourself, we should be doing that in a plush bedroom somewhere. Not here. So why am I here, holding this key, getting the distinct impression that you want me to do it, because you think something horrible will happen when that door opens, and I'm expendable?"

Katenka chuckled. "I like you. You're smart. You are doing this because if you don't, I will harm Geralt, who is completely at my mercy right now." She gave Jaskier an intense look while she stepped up behind the Witcher, wrapped her arms around his chest and groped his crotch with one hand, as her other hand closed around his throat. No reaction from Geralt, he stood still as a statue.

Jaskier narrowed his eyes at her. "Would you though? Harm him? You seem to like him an awful lot."

Katenka paused, frowning at Jaskier over Geralt's shoulder.

"No, wait, don't answer that." Jaskier took a deep breath. "I've reconsidered and I do want to trade places with Geralt. You see, I still think my mind is not much use in a situation like this, I have no skills whatsoever that will keep either of us out of harm's way. On the contrary. But Geralt, he has oodles of survival skills. And instincts! He can see it coming from miles away. So if you make me your mindless thrall instead, he'll make sure we all get out of here alive. And, bonus, I'll finally shut up. I'm sure Geralt would agree that's a plus."

Jaskier wasn't certain, but for an instant, it seemed like a corner of Geralt's mouth twitched. There was life somewhere behind those dull eyes.

Katenka let go of the Witcher and stepped out from behind him. "Let's imagine for a moment that I would enthrall you, boy, and free Geralt. Who is to say that he wouldn't leave? He didn't want to come in here. Does he care enough about you to ensure your safety?"

"Of course! I'm his best friend in the whole wide world!" Jaskier exclaimed, but he could see that she was not easily convinced. Quickly, he continued: "Let me tell you another thing, Sorceress. Geralt would not just stay for me. He has a weakness for beautiful sorceresses. He would never leave you here in this tomb where you could unleash some ancient evil that might devour you whole. You are a damsel and he will not rest until he's saved you."

Another twitch across Geralt's face, but Jaskier couldn't see much of it, he was intent on keeping eye-contact with the sorceress, now that he got her attention.

With a wicked smile, Katenka drew up close to Jaskier and laid her hands on his shoulders. "It sounds like you've really thought this through. Are you ready?" 

Jaskier quivered under her piercing gaze. "Wait, wait! Don't you want the key back? And the torch! Shouldn't I give the torch to Geralt first?" He tried to wiggle out of her grip, but she seized him by the chin. Something strange happened to his vision, as if the dark corridor around them swam out of focus, and her eyes grew larger, drawing him in.

"Take a deep breath, boy," her silken voice cooed, smothering his thoughts. "You asked to be enthralled. Look into my eyes. You cannot resist. Geralt couldn't, so how could you? Feel my power overwhelm you. Surrender. Give in to me. No more thoughts. No willpower. Only blissful obedience."

It was a strange sensation, heavy, with a sinking feeling in his gut, as if he were falling. His eyes crossed until he was unable to see anything. He felt as if his body and his limbs were distant and out of reach, unable to move, but much to his own surprise, the torch remained upright. What surprised him the most, was that feeling of calm. The reprieve of thought, of action, of responsibility. Blissful obedience, indeed.

When Katenka gave him a little push, he took a step backwards and stayed there, still holding the torch. She said: "Now give me the key." And his hand immediately opened to offer it to her. It was strange to be so aware of his own helplessness. He couldn't turn his head, or blink or even close his mouth. Not unless she told him to.

With a heavy groan, the Witcher leaned against the wall and shook his head. When he had taken the time to rub his eyes and roll his shoulders, he turned to scowl at the sorceress.

She leaned her arm on Jaskier's shoulder, smirking at the Witcher. "Well? Was it true what he said? Are you coming with me and my mindless thrall? Am I a damsel?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Geralt hung his head. "Fuck…"

Chuckling to herself, Katenka examined Jaskier, groping him through his clothes. "I think I'll take this boy home with me for a few nights when this is all over. He's young and beautiful. And so very willing… I like that."

It felt strange to be unable to react, her touches still affected Jaskier, the arousal was clearly growing in his trousers, he felt hot and sweaty. His neck moved when she cupped his jaw to examine his face, and his arm moved when she groped under his coat. But still he couldn't move of his own accord. When she suddenly kissed his lips, his eyes rolled up into his head and he felt like he was going to faint, but his body remained standing there, until she commanded otherwise.

Geralt sighed loudly and walked up to her, back to his old, cat-like grace. He held out his hand. "Give me the key."

"Are we suddenly in a hurry now?" She asked as she handed it to him.

"Have you ever touched anyone without bespelling them first?" Geralt turned away, not actually interested in the answer to his question. "You realise that he'll never speak to you again as soon as you release him from your spell?"

Katenka crossed her arms with a grin. "Oh, I don't know about that. You keep going back to Yennefer. Some people just love being at a woman's mercy."

Jaskier wasn't sure he agreed with either of them, but in his current state, paralysed and controlled, unable to even blink or close his mouth… He squirmed and a whimper escaped his lips.

"The boy practically begged me for it." She giggled.

Geralt growled at her, showing his teeth. "I will not discuss my relationship with Yennefer with you." And he thrust the key into the lock and swung the door open. Only to reveal an antechamber with another door, this one barred with thick wooden beams. On this side.

With another sigh, Geralt grumbled: "At every door, I want to ask you whether you really want to let out what's in there."

"I don't, actually." Katenka coaxed Jaskier to follow her into the antechamber with the torch. "If I'm right, the first seal has never been broken. So I want to study it, to be able to recreate such a powerful magical ward."

Jaskier tried to speak, or even moan, but no sound passed his lips as his body stopped walking and just stood there, nothing more than a stand for the torch. He was getting light-headed, and there was another feeling he couldn't place. A need to be looked at, touched, acknowledged in some way, but they just argued with each other as if he wasn't even there.

"If you want to go in there, open it yourself." Geralt's jaw clenched and he gave her a cold look.

"Would you be so kind?" Katenka took the torch from Jaskier, and he moved inexorably towards the door and started to lift the bars. He could hear how serious Geralt was about the danger on the other side of that door, yet he couldn't prevent his arms and legs from opening it. Strangely enough, he didn't feel concerned. He was grateful for her attention and her kind words. He wished he could stare at her while obeying her orders.

Geralt grabbed Jaskier by the scruff of the neck and dragged him away from the door. "I said open it yourself."

The bar fell back into place. Jaskier flailed and faltered. Confused by his inability to obey, he shut down. His knees went weak and his eyes rolled up. The collar of his shirt slipped out of Geralt's grasp and Jaskier crumpled to the floor as a result. He lay there, face down on the cold flagstones, heavy and limp.

Katenka huffed. "I would only do it myself if you were both on the ground."

"I dare you." Geralt growled.

She dropped the torch and darted towards him. Her hand grasped his hair once more and she pulled him closer, holding his gaze. Her voice was no more than a menacing whisper. "I have been nice to you both, so far. Do you really want to feel what I'm like when I want to hurt you?"

Geralt should have been able to free himself from her grip, he had fought creatures much stronger and bigger than her. But those mesmerising eyes… Suddenly, he craved to be under her spell again, so heavy and still. Only that sinking feeling and those eyes staring him down.

"Notice how quickly you revert to that blissful obedience. That is my power over you, and you secretly love it, don't you? But I could very easily make you feel…" Her fist pulled on his hair, making his head jerk. "Pain. The worst physical agony you've felt in your life is but a memory, a memory that I can summon back to your mind. Right now."

Visions of long ago flashed before Geralt's eyes, brushes with death and injuries, and the horrific ritual that turned him from a boy into a witcher. He quivered, his breath quickening, spasms running through him. He tried to clench his mouth shut, but sobs came out despite himself. His eyes grew large and his head started to shake slowly from side to side. The pain was too intense. "No… Please…" His voice was ragged.

She glowered at him for a long, sadistic moment. Then she licked her lips and told him: "The pain stops as soon you kneel before me, Witcher." And she let go of him.

He dropped to his knees and leaned heavily on his arms, gasping with relief as the pain instantly dissipated.

With a shrug, Katenka crossed her arms and looked down on him. "Do not dare me again."

The gasping turned into coughing before Geralt was able to calm down again. 

Meanwhile, she prodded Jaskier with the tip of her shoe. "Wake up, pretty boy. Stand up for me."

Jaskier clumsily propped himself up on one arm, but his eyes crossed too much for him to be able to see her. There was drool on his lip and the only sound that came from his mouth was a drawn out moan. When she reached out to him, he gratefully took her hand and hoisted himself to his feet. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but finally he uttered: "Thank you…" He swayed on his feet, staring at her in silent adoration.

Behind him, the flame of the torch laying on the ground died, and for a moment, the room was pitch black. Until Katenka uttered a terse magical spell, and white light started to shine from her hand.

"Now, is someone going to open that door for me?" She said with a playful smile.

As Geralt rose to his feet, he kept his eyes on the floor, and he folded his hands together. He hesitated for a moment, which meant that Jaskier went to the door before he did, and removed the bars one by one.

The sorceress stepped up to Geralt and with one finger she lifted up his chin to make him look at her. "What does your silence mean?" She asked.

"You've won, Katenka," he whispered. 

She chuckled and turned away to watch Jaskier remove the last beam.

His square jaw clenching, Geralt asked: "What does your laughter mean?"

Shaking her head, she smiled. "I've got you this far. Getting you to admit how much you enjoy being controlled and on your knees is pushing it. And we have more pressing matters to attend to."

Geralt looked away, turning towards the door.

The door opened to reveal a large chamber with a domed ceiling and a smooth marble floor. In the middle of this chamber, a stone sarcophagus stood upright, and around it, an elaborate magical circle was carved out in the floor. Wall sconces shone with a magical light, so Katenka chose to extinguish her own light spell. She walked into the chamber and began to circle the sarcophagus, studying the carvings in the floor from a safe distance. 

"I told you it was intact. This is marvellous." She sounded delighted.

Geralt stepped through the doorway to get a better look at the sarcophagus. "That is no ordinary Bruxa…"

"Good thing I brought you along then." Katenka rummaged in her pouch. "Come over here, boy. I just need you to hold this memory crystal."

Jaskier walked into the chamber, making a beeline for the sorceress. Until Geralt shoved him aside and he ran face-first into the wall.

"Don't step on those carvings." Geralt kept one eye on the sarcophagus at all times. "Did you know who was in this tomb, Katenka?"

She made her way over to Jaskier, helped him up, and guided him to the place where she wanted him to stand. "What do you think?" She muttered as she gave Jaskier a faceted crystal the size of his fist, and directed his hands to hold it just right.

Jaskier blushed and smiled at every touch, following her with his eyes even as she moved away from him towards the Witcher.

She took Geralt by the arm and led him to a position across the room from Jaskier. "If you can just stand here and hold this crystal, I'll complete the triangle and we'll have a complete recorded image of the ward that I can take home to study."

He stayed where she placed him, but he looked increasingly worried as she moved around the circle to the correct position. "Unless she wakes..."

"We'll be out of here in a jiffy!" Katenka took a third crystal out of her pouch and held it up in front of her chest, facing the sarcophagus and the circle around it. "Now stand still and aim it correctly while I channel." 

Magic crackled in her crystal and after a few moments and magical words, beams of yellow light arced from it and hit the crystals Geralt and Jaskier were holding. The beams formed a perfect triangle around the circle. The chamber filled with a thundering sound and flashes of light. Jaskier finally managed to close his eyes. The crystal reverberated in his hands and for a moment it felt as if the crystal lifted him off the floor. Then suddenly, silence rung in his ears and he stumbled backwards against the wall.

The crystal was still in his left hand, warm to the touch. He ran his other hand through his hair and took a deep breath. Katenka's control over him was gone, he felt hollow and alone. He sat up, swallowed and blinked, trying to process everything that had happened. 

"Geralt?" His voice sounded shrill in the silence.

"I'm unhurt." The Witcher's rough voice reassured him. His heavy, armoured footsteps moved around the circle, towards where the sorceress had been standing. "You should have just brought a megascope…" he grumbled.

Jaskier pulled himself to his feet and started to stumble towards them, one hand on the wall, still hold the crystal in the other. When Geralt made eye-contact with him across the room, he managed an exhausted smile. "So, when do I get my cat-like grace back?"

"You just need a good meal, when we get out of here…" Geralt's voice died away when he saw the way Katenka was sprawled on the floor. He rushed forward, placed his crystal next to hers and took her head into his hand to look at her face. 

Jaskier dashed over to them, anguish clenching his throat. Katenka's eyes were closed but her eyelids fluttered. Her beautiful face grimaced and her arms were shaking weakly. When Geralt carefully laid her head back down, her lips parted and she whined painfully.

"What is wrong?" Jaskier could feel panic rising in his chest.

Geralt turned to look up at the sarcophagus, as if he expected it to move. "Take the crystals," he ordered as he lifted the unconscious sorceress up in his arms. "Take them out of here and. Do. Not. Step. On the carvings."

Jaskier shoved all three crystals down his trousers and sprinted back to the entrance, staying very close to the wall. Only when he had reached the antechamber, did he look back.

Geralt carried Katenka to the door and laid her down just outside the magic circle. Then he started to frantically pace the magic circle, staring at the symbols and carvings as if he was trying very hard to read them.

A grating sound emanated from somewhere in the chamber, a claw scraping across stone. A shudder ran through Katenka's body, making her back arch and her head lift off the floor. The voice coming out of her mouth was little more than a raspy hiss.

"I should thank you for bringing me this delicious gift." 

Jaskier cowered by the door, he realised that whatever was in the sarcophagus had taken control of the sorceress, and there was nothing he could do to help.

Geralt seemed to have found the symbol he was looking for. He kneeled down on the smooth marble floor and pulled out his knife. "You are imprisoned, Donata. You cannot reach outside the seal that holds you. You cannot touch us."

Katenka started to writhe and shake, her eyelids still fluttering, the white of her eyes showing as she craned her neck. "You cannot stop me, Vatt'ghern!"

"Fuck!" Geralt cursed, the marble floor was too hard, he couldn't carve anything in it with his knife. 

Jaskier dashed over and presented him with a piece of chalk that he fished out of his pocket. "Will this do?"

The Witcher snatched it from his hand and drew a crude copy of the important symbol on the outside of the circle. "You are imprisoned, Donata. Sleep forever more!" And he started to draw another one next to it, and another one.

Katenka rolled over and started to crawl towards them, her face obscured by her tousled hair. "You think you can tamper with ancient magic, d'hoine?"

Jaskier backed away, the creature crawling towards them was not Katenka in any meaningful way, it growled and hissed hungrily like a panther.

"You are imprisoned, Donata. Sleep forever more!" Geralt said the same phrase every time he finished drawing the symbol. It seemed to have some effect, the chalk changed colour and seemed to fuse together with the magic circle. The creature, Donata, seemed to notice it too. Another noise came from the sarcophagus and Katenka rose up on her hind legs and pounced on Geralt, knocking him down.

In a moment of strange clarity, Jaskier saw the piece of chalk fall from Geralt's hand and he knew what he had to do. He sprinted past the Witcher and the sorceress struggling on the floor and picked up the chalk. With quick, fluent strokes, he copied the symbol and continued what Geralt had started. "You are imprisoned, Donata. Sleep forever more!" He projected his voice as if he was trying to sway an angry crowd with a good joke, it echoed through the chamber as he crawled on his hands and knees, drawing more and more symbols. "You are imprisoned, Donata. Sleep forever more!"

Katenka's head whipped around to glare at what Jaskier was doing, and she started to move towards him. The Witcher wrapped his arms around her to hold her back. A short, violent struggle later, he was holding the possessed sorceress in an arm lock.

Jaskier didn't let them distract him; he found a rhythm to the words and the shape of the lines. It became easier and faster each time. As he progressed along the magical circle, the symbols started to shine with a soothing light. "You are imprisoned, Donata. Sleep forever more!"

She finally stopped struggling. Her arms and legs shook and her head flopped back. "I have secrets to offer you, Vatt'ghern." She hissed in his face. "If you lock me away, you will never know."

Geralt looked across the room and fell into Jaskier's rhythm, saying it with him, over and over: "You are imprisoned, Donata. Sleep forever more!"

Jaskier had gone almost all the way around the circle now, but the chalk was running out. His fingers were cold and painful from the floor. His voice didn't waver, but he had to draw the last symbol, the one that closed the circle, with a sliver of chalk. "You are imprisoned, Donata. Sleep forever more!"

The entire magic circle lit up with this soothing light, and a soft ringing filled the chamber. Jaskier just sat down, staring at it, panting. Katenka fainted and then hung limply in Geralt's arms. With a sigh of relief, Geralt lifted her up and started to carry her to the door. As Jaskier rose to his feet, he looked at the sarcophagus one more time before he too made his way to the door.

In the antechamber, he watched as Geralt tenderly laid Katenka on the floor, and asked: "So… Do I want to know who Donata is?"

Geralt shook his head and bent down to pick up the torch. With a quick magical gesture, the flame flickered to life once more, and he handed the torch to Jaskier. When he walked over to close the door, Jaskier handed him the bars, one by one.

With the door closed, the only light in the room was the torch in Jaskier's hand. The silence made him uncomfortable, so he laughed and poked Geralt with his elbow. "I saved you there, didn't I?"

Geralt cracked a smile, wrinkling the scar on his cheek.

Katenka moaned and sat up. "I apologise, gentlemen. I was wrong about the risks."

Geralt offered his hand to help her stand. "Apology accepted."

To combat the awkward silence, Jaskier stepped forward. "I want to show you what's in my pants, no mind control needed." And he revealed the memory crystals.

The Witcher covered his face with his hand, and Katenka giggled with delight. 

"It worked!" Her eyes twinkled as she examined the warm crystals. "Oh thank you, lovely boy!" She put the crystals into her pouch and planted a kiss on Jaskier's cheek.

He stood there, blushing. "I saved you both, didn't I?"

She cupped his cheek in her hand. "And you make a wonderful mindless thrall." She winked at him. "I know a plush bedroom not far from here, if you like."

Jaskier's eyes widened and he gasped. 

Geralt exhaled and turned to the exit.  "I'll see myself out."

"No, wait!" She quickly laid her hand on his shoulder. "I owe you, Geralt. I manipulated you. Is there any way I can make it right?"

He looked into her eyes. A familiar, heavy feeling came over him. His mouth opened and he whispered: "I cannot resist."

[yeoldontknow]

29, Minseok, and RRRRRRROMANCE if you're still taking them 💋 (I need all the Min fluff please god)

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Prompt: 29: ‘Come over here and make me.’Pairing: Minseok x Reader (oc; female)Genre: mob!au; romance; light smutSummary: He’s the city’s most wanted gang leader and you are his muse. They say a lot of things about him, a lot of things that are untrue. In the end, you know that it’s what you say that matters.Rating: PG-13Warnings: sexual themesWord count: 1,368

They call him a problem.

They, the endless and nameless others: government officials, cops, news anchors, tourists on the street who know his name but not his face, talking about the streets and how he owns them, words unable to match the lived experience of witnessing him. 

At night or in dreams, he’s their favourite topic of discussion. The numerated lists of the things he’s done live on the internet, endlessly encircling them and their mouths, their minds, entrapping them. In the aftermath of his great storms, they luxuriate in the echo, awestruck and dumbfounded, horror on their lips while their eyes widen in shock.

He is a problem.

He keeps his gun tucked against his back, held there by the leather of his belt. The rings on his fingers are bloodstained and rusting, but he wears them as he wears these memories, with pride and with passion. Nearly all of his cars are hot, his rap sheet is longer than the cloth he uses to cover his dining room table, and he looks like sin in silk and satin. The ties at his neck, the open collars of his shirts, and the pajamas he sometimes doesn’t wear - yes, he is a problem.

He is a problem, and he is yours.  

For years, you have thought about his line of work - the money, the drugs, the market, the, well, the guns. You think about these things a lot, let them turn circles in your mind until they become little more than smears, colours of a life you never expected to live but do anyway because he is near, and he is the sun. At the end of all the thinking, you think you can only conclude one thing: humans are noisy, creatures of too many waves that do not fit them. Humans are afflicted with a natural propensity towards the cacophony of living, and he lives the loudest.

The shallow breath that comes from exertion, the rush of blood in the ears, not unlike a symphony, remind you of mortality, remind you that you are an accident. He makes all of these things brighter, more exhilaration, more tactile - you feel life between and beneath your fingers, neither whole nor incomplete, simply existing, and this is why you call him cosmic. Minseok, to you, is a mess of stars and chaos, whole quantum physics buried beneath his lungs, pulling himself to you.

Minseok, you think, holds the big bang between the palms of his hands, presses it together simply because he likes the way the world looks when it’s a little lost and bereft. He is thunder and he is lightning, bringing shadows and light from all the unseen corners of the world - unseen but known, for he is an atlas; an atlas of desire, felt and touched by your skin.

He is cosmic, and he is natural, and you cannot resist him. You do not want to.

With his hands on you now, you think on these things, glad that you have a partner in the destruction of your own anxious mind. The cinnamon still lingers on his lips, mingling with your own and melting on your tongue. The coffee was not good today, you can tell by the bitterness and the way he hums in the back of his throat, as though you are his honey.

You kiss him hard, hard enough for him to feel you long after you are gone, coiling around him so that your blood may bond with his. Always, you feel him. Feel as though he has written his name into your bones, woven your joints with the memory of his touch and the memory of his laugh, moving you forward to come back to the warmth of his palms.

‘I’d risk my life for you,’ he murmurs against your lips, unwilling to break away.

Often, he says this, words that slip from the depths of his soul, meant with every breath he takes to kiss them into your heart. He says this, presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, long eyelashes splaying over the rosy dew of his cheeks. Breath falters in your chest, stolen and captured by the way he softens only for you.

He softens only for you, and, when he does, you believe time moves only for us.

With his body pressed so closely to yours, all of you feels volatile. Electricity moves along your synapses, overwhelmed and overpowered by the way he thrives beneath your touch. Under your skin, within your veins, your blood moves as though it is a wildfire, driven to the brink of existence because he chose to make a volcano out of your heart. Redness spreads over your chest and sternum, taking on a flush born of unprecedented longing as your body starts to ache. At your core, you feel empty, cavernous, without him filling the places you need him most.

‘I know you would,’ you reassure him softly, running your fingers down his chest to the barrel of his gun. There, you do not linger, even though you are sure he feels you, wields his weapon as though it were an extension his arm. Instead, you lift your fingers to run across the supple flesh of his hips, exposed from the waistline of his pants. ‘I would do the same for you.’

Hissing at your touch, his head falls back, eyes open wide and black, gaze darkened by desire. ‘I’d rather have your body.’

It’s all he manages before he pulls you flush against him, hands grabbing your hips to wrap your legs around his waist. His teeth latch onto the tendon in your neck, sucking a mark to prove you are his. Like this, you think he makes a masterpiece out of you, paints you red and purple, paints you a thousand different colours, each becoming a beacon of his yearning.

When he kisses you like this, stars are born at the edge of your soul, blooming to life by the memory of his lips. When he kisses you like this, you do not question why you followed or why you trusted him, why you let him take you the limits of humanity, why you let him keep you at all. When he kisses you like this, you find that you become raw and you find that you shake, desperate for every night to feel like this, for every night to continue in these sacred, impossible moments of bliss.

‘You have to ask nicely,’ you murmur, clinging to him for fear of capsizing. It takes work not to remain silent, to let him have you as he wishes and as he needs, the frayed edges of your soul asking that he love and take you too.

The low rumble of his laugh dances across your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake as your bones begin to tremble. Abruptly, he pulls away from you, releases you back to the cold and the shallow grave that awaits you beyond the cage of his fingers. From your position on the couch, you watch as he takes slow, careful footsteps, walking a small distance before he turns to face you. The velvet fabric makes you feel as though you are slipping as he pulls the yellow tie from his neck, slipping and slipping deeper into the storm that brews behind his irses.

‘Come over here,’ he commands, though still his voice moves down your spine as liquid gold.

Resting against the arm of the couch, you drape yourself, extending the length of your legs and showcasing the supple lines of your body. At the sight, he runs a hand through the dark wave of his hair, closing his eyes before tugging his bottom lip beneath his teeth.

‘Make me,’ you whisper, knowing that still he will hear you.

It’s his favourite game, the one where you lead, the one where you unmake him.

The one where you hold him tight enough to never be forgotten, searing against your skin and dissolving into little more than residue. It’s his favourite game, one he always lets you win.

Yes.

He is a problem, and he is the only one you have never wanted to solve.

[momestuck]

Epilogues: Candy, ch 39-40 (Epilogue 8) and Postscript

We’re at the final stretch.

At this point it may just be that I’m hungry and have been reviewing this thing all day, but I’m certainly ready for it to end.

...though after reading it, I was not in fact ready for any of this.

Chapter 39

Dave and Jade, on the frontier of the Resistance - a dead-end position Karkat put them in to keep them out of harms way and avoid any possibility of Heroic death. Shitty liberties are back.

OK so this chapter goes places I was not even ready for. What the fuck V!?

Barack Obama is in this chapter. As a hologram AI or something. Oh god, was this an element of that godawful horrible alternate-history that Hussie wrote that one time?

Obama here is playing the role of like, noble old wise dude giving wisdom to the hero. Which is kind of something... Obama has been rather demythologised these days as people point to things like ‘record numbers of deportations’ and ‘weekly signing off on a list of assassination targets’ and ‘never actually closing Guantanomo’ as parts of his legacy (to list just a few that spring to mind!) but anyway here he’s basically King Arthur or something.

We learn that Obama stumbled on a lab with a transporter pad and went to the Medium and a whole bunch of shit and died a Heroic death and god this is far too late to be revealing all this!!

it just goes on... heavily implying that Dirk and Obama fucked, for example. as a device to drop some ‘wisdom’ about like, gender and sexuality are what we make of them, it’s.................. fucking something

so... and I have a kind of pained expression just typing this... Obama makes Dave absorb his ‘ultimate self’ into one body, all the possible timelines, which kills him... but then takes his ‘ascended essence’ and places it into a robot body, containing (I guess) all possible permutations of Dave, without any of the doubts.

literally what, V

literally what

Chapter 40

This better be good for making me sit through all this bullshit lol

So we get back to alt-Calliope, who explains a little about how this inconsequential world is being held up only by her own supply of gravity or something.

JADE: what you’ve described is a state of empirical ennui resulting from the material circumstances here.

JADE: but the material circumstances of this world have no objective existential value.

JADE: this world, unlike the canonical horrors from which it is hermetically insulated, will always fail to meet the combined criteria for truth, relevance, and essentiality that would endow this realm with any real gravity.

JADE: its own naturally occurring supply of gravity, rather than the artificial supply i have given it.

JADE: as such, what transpires here is characterized by experiential frivolity.

JADE: physically, it is cordoned off by the black hole’s event horizon. it is safe. untouchable.

JADE: inescapable.

ARADIA: that sounds ominous

JADE: it cannot be ominous because it cannot truly be anything with tangible significance.

JADE: one could describe it as a phantasmal projection confined within my horizon.

JADE: it was created by a choice that made it possible for that horizon to expand infinitely, to consume infinitely.

JADE: and since that choice could not coexist with canon events, this place manifested to here to support its consequences.

JADE: if this world were capable of anything either essential, relevant, or true in some stable combination, then it would perpetuate a corrosive paradox.

JADE: as such, insulation from what is out there, and the inescapable well it rests in, is what protects all it holds inside.

The ‘choice’ must then be John’s choice of ‘Candy’, which meant the black hole would never stop growing, because LE would never be defeated? Which like, would have made Earth paradoxical, but instead Earth C got tucked into a little protected pocket artificially upheld by Calliope? Something like that fuck

Anyway, the ‘Prince’ that Calliope was so worried about is not Caliborn (who I now recall was a Lord), but Dirk (who is after all Prince of Hope). Dirk apparently ‘removed himself from this reality’ in order to ‘consolidate his power’; he ‘cannot threaten this world’ but, I guess, threatens something else... or in fact ‘the entire canvas of reality over a given cosmic span’.

To explain this, Calliope attempts to explain the nature of stories. She presents the same story - a very condensed story of the Signless, i.e. ‘a martyr died and said fuck’, in two different ways. This is presented as: in her dialogue colour (fixed width font, red), and in the narration font (black serif font).

Calliope’s point seems to be: we interpret a story very differently when it’s told to us with the neutral voice of narrative authority, and as a specific voice that might represent ‘an agenda’. Once a story comes to be seen being a ‘voiced’ rather than ‘voiceless’ story, she maintains that it becomes corrupted - it throws the rest of the story in a more doubtful light, I guess.

So trying to connect this back... it seems that, if Dirk (who’s still dead?) can make the story seem not so much authoritative as written with an agenda, he can in effect be destroying it? If he assumes control, and makes it a ‘voiced’ story? Though how the hell is he to accomplish that?

What the fuck did the Obama chapter have to do with anything in that case? There’s no room to explore the implications of these massive declarations?

And also on an extra-narrative level: this story that we’re reading is very obviously ‘voiced’, and has been from the beginning. Like Brechtian theatre, it’s constantly drawing attention to its artificiality. I’m never not conscious of Hussie, of V, of Cephied, etc. ... what is there to undermine, here?

Well, we just have a postscript left. No sense waiting I guess?

Postscript

What we have here is... the mysterious fembot that Dirk was building, ironing his ‘anime’ god tier uniform, on a spaceship far away from Earth C...

She’s not his maid - just bored. And she’s someone who rode on the meteor, apparently. So who does that leave...

Whoever it is, her body is on the wall. It’s beaming her consciousness out from the sleeping body to control the robot.

The mysterious woman turns out to be... ‘Rosebot’. Which means the Rose who was left behind on Earth C, who featured throughout the plot, lost her connection to the broader ‘meta Rose’ because... she’s not the same Rose anymore? She’s a different Rose? I’m so confused.

We have a sleeper!Rose on the ship, Rosebot who is being controlled by sleeper!Rose, and also EarthC!Rose who’s living a happy life with Kanaya, notwithstanding the genocidal war she’s embroiled in.

Rose and Dirk are planning to... settle a new planet, in order to create a new SBurb session. To what end? Well, uh.

To what end????

I don’t fucking know, because that right there is the end of Candy!

That’s the Epilogue? That’s like the first book in an entire new trilogy. How in the heck is Meat supposed to bring all this to some kind of ‘satisfying’ conclusion............

conclusion

honestly what did i just read lol. still a little overwhelmed

whatever it is, I think it absolutely deserves the dubious honour of being ‘more Homestuck’... with all that entails

not quite sure I was ready for Dirk to become the scheming anime mastermind behind the whole plot, but here we go

i’ve done enough of this for today. some day soon (tomorrow perhaps!), we’ll get to the ‘meat’ of the story...

[lulu-tan79]

You mentioned to me that it is often the books you don’t want to write, or are afraid of writing, that are the books you have to write. What was it about this idea in Grace that you were so resistant to in the beginning, and what was the moment or idea that finally made you surrender to it?

I spend months, sometimes years, in complete denial, trying hard not to write the novel I end up writing. My stories and themes are not consciously chosen and are often to do with problems I’d rather not address. Joseph Campbell has a wonderful line: “The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure that you seek.” You have to slay the inner dragon, and with Grace, of course, I had to face the Irish famine. I mean, why go there? The book has an epigram from Dante and for good reason: “Who, without death, dares walk into the kingdom of the dead?” And yet, I found myself with a powerful feeling for a character – a 14-year-old girl who became Grace.

When I wrote those first few pages, I realised to my surprise she was the daughter of Coll Coyle, from my first novel, Red Sky in Morning, and that her story would take place during the famine. So I resisted for a while until I gave in. What I was finally willing to face were the very reasons I did not want to write about the famine. Like many of us, I had a negative self-image of the Irish during this period. We are happy to deal with the famine in the academic abstract, but the lab work of the novelist is to measure what is in a human being, to measure human experience. Why are there such deep feelings of shame, anger and denial in the Irish psyche? I felt that no novel had yet opened this problem down to the bone.

I am really interested in how the initial seed germinates. With regards to the language, to say it is melodic and poetic would be to sell it woefully short. There are times when the emotion of the thought was so powerful it bowled me over, and I would read and reread phrases just to wallow in where the image brought me.

At what point does this language and its rhythms come to you? Do you feel this is an evolution of your previous novels or does each one emerge with its own unique melody?

Every book teaches you how to write it, and I spend months on those first few pages, teasing out its song and its rhythms. Virginia Woolf once said that style is rhythm and I believe that to be true. With Grace, I found her to be such a spirited character, that though the book is written in the third person, the writing sits very close to her so that it is coloured by her feelings, her moods, her intensity.

Was there any trepidation about making your main character a 14-year-old girl?

Every character makes you nervous. And Grace is such a quiveringly sensitive character I really had to take my time with her. She is so intuitive and self-conscious and feels everything deeply. She is also a touch melodramatic. And yet, during the writing, she spoke so very clearly. I just had to listen. My wife is my first reader, and after she read it, she said, “You got her perfectly, but how did you do that without asking me any questions about what it was like to be a teenage girl?” The truth is, I don’t know, I just went with it, though I might say that the job of the novelist is to make things up!

One of the most deftly woven aspects of Grace is that while she endures the most unspeakable horrors to survive, she cannot halt her growth into womanhood and all the physical and emotional changes that brings. How difficult was it to intertwine these two threads?

It’s really about the weave. We all believe our lives have meaning, and yet the world is vast, silent and indifferent. There is a tug of war in my writing between this belief in the individual and what I think of as absolute reality. And in Grace that presents an opportunity for humour and irony. Here she is, trying to survive within a collapsing, starving society, and at the same time, her body is entering its womanhood, with its attendant trials and embarrassments. If that weren’t problem enough, her brother is whispering in her ear, mocking her for her shame.

Colly is such a delightful, vital character and so essential to the narrative. Did you always know he would leave the story when he did, or do characters sometimes surprise you with their path?

Everything about Colly was a surprise. I had no idea who he was, until he came storming into the narrative when Grace was having her hair shorn. I had no idea what was to happen to him by the river. Or how he would return. I was stunned when he came back, and in the manner that he did. And you are right, he is so vital to the story that he had to return. Grace could not do without his company – his little riddles, his raucous wit and the fact that he is always looking out for her, so some part of her mind had to summon him.

When Grace enters the mission, the book takes on a very different feel. Where did the inspiration for this section of the book come from?

The Irish flocked to the priesthood, the nunneries, and the Catholic Church after the famine. But I had a hunch there would have been other movements too – smaller, cult-like millennial sects that arose out of the catastrophe, where the end of days and the Second Coming of Christ were preached. It seems to be very common that the lower classes blamed providence, the hand of God, for the famine. You could also look at it that some part of Grace dies in the section called “Crow”, that she is resurrected or reborn into the mission, and they do treat her like a miracle. I also had in mind a spiritual arc. I wanted, somehow, to craft through Grace’s adventures the journey in Ireland from a la carte Pagan-Christianity, to Catholic theocracy and beyond, to the secular society we are now.

You mentioned that there are few to no first-hand accounts of life during the famine of ordinary Irish people. That shame kept people from speaking about their survival. However, the issues of displacement and famine are not unique to 1847 Ireland. Did your research include more modern atrocities for personal accounts?

Before I knew I was writing about the Irish famine, I was deeply interested in Mao’s famine that took place from 1958 to 1962. Totalitarian communism missed nothing and recorded everything. When the archives were opened they revealed the full horror of what went on. It would seem obvious that during times of enormous distress, human behaviour defaults and that our darker side emerges – the part of ourselves we would like to pretend does not exist. But, of course, it does, and it is there within every one of us. Grace, to her dismay, discovers that too.

The last three words of the book are so beautiful and simple, yet powerful enough to soothe the heartbreak and pain of the previous 368 pages. Can you speak to that? How and when they came to you?

I knew the last words of the book from very early on. I needed to write towards that light and seeing it allowed me to step fully into the darkness. The book has an epigraph from TS Eliot’s A Song for Simeon that I drew inspiration from:

 My life is light, waiting for the death wind,   Like a feather on the back of my hand.

“Light”, for me, is not just the lightness of human life when caught within the winds of fate, but also its luminosity. I think of the radiance within each individual and how precious that is. These two meanings combine for me into a sense of grace.

[heroes-hq-blog1]

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› AHN SUNGJIN › 18 YEARS OLD › PSIONIC ENERGY MANIPULATION › NEW TO THE ACADEMY

POWER

psionic energy manipulation — sungjin is gifted with the ability to create, shape, and manipulate psionic energy produced by the mind. the boy being able to wield it even in its most physical forms. sungjin’s powers manifest in a glowing red mist.

STRENGTHS psi-energy influence  —  by channelling and manipulating psi energy in any shape or form, he is able to gain influence and control over its physical form. some basic uses of it are psionic energy attacks in the form of blasts, beams, bolts, and the like. also, not to forget his favorite application, psychokinetic influence where he is able to shape psionic energy around matter and control its movement. this is where sungjin is most trained and experienced in. psi-energy flyrogenesis  — a defensive ability wherein he can generate a shield of psionic energy to protect him and others from external, physical harm. psi-reading  — everyone has their own unique psionic energy in them and sungjin found that he is able to feel them – sometimes it’s a smell, sometimes it’s a color. they’re so individual, he, himself, can’t describe how they feel for certain, he just knows they’re there. when he knows the person very well and has been with them for long, he’ll be able to figure out who they are just by the feeling of their psionic energy. with the help of his brother he was able to develop this and is able to read someone’s current thoughts by letting his hand/s hover around 5 inches away or closer from its subject and draw out their psionic energy. psychic shield  — due to the boy’s subconscious desires to be guarded and closed off from most, if not all people, his psionic energy was able to cocoon his mental self and become resistant to mental intrusion. psi-phoning (LOCKED)  — the boy is able to draw out psionic energy from his subject (as long as it is capable of thinking) and use it for his own. psi-crippling (LOCKED)  — by manipulating his subject’s psyche sungjin is able to elicit fear or emotional pain in form of nightmarish like hallucinations that could stun or cripple an enemy. these hallucinations appear as the subjects fears, regrets, or general disturbances, however the nature of it is not up to the boy. just like the subject sungjin can see and feel what they feel which can render him stunned and disturbed as well.

WEAKNESSES

sungjin’s powers greatly depends on his mental strength and mental state as well. if he pushes himself over the edge it could cause him physical and mental backlash (e.g. being knock back in result of impact, nose bleeds, headaches, and fainting). if the boy mental state isn’t in good condition he could easily lose control over it and not just harm himself but those around him as well.

the gifted boy’s hands play a huge role in directing the flow of psionic energy. if his hands were bounded or restrained in a way that prohibits him from moving them at all, renders the boy useless and unable to use his powers.

there are no distinguishable limits for time, weight, and intensity as it purely depends on how the variables act upon one another.  sungjin can hold a full glass of water with ease for a long period of time as long as he focuses, however trying to lifting a car for a mere few seconds can definitely make him crack from strain.

sungjin can direct psionic energy as long as it is in his clear line of sight. sungjin needs to focus and know where he plans on directing his powers. his offensive attacks however are more potent the closer the opponent is. around the 500 ft mark, his attacks could still pack quite a punch but more than that it would noticeably be weaker. the farther the attack travels the lower the damage.

psionic energy barriers can only take as much damage as sungjin’s mental strength can bear. pushing himself over the these limits can give him specific backlash and render him unconscious.

smaller barriers can take considerable more damage than larger barriers.

currently he can only psi-read a subject by letting his hands hover over their head at a maximum distance of 5 inches or closer. any farther than that and their current thoughts will be unaudible.

the boy cannot read more than one subject at a time. even if he tried it would be useless as thoughts overlap and are even more difficult to understand as it is.

sungjin’s not completely immune to intrusion of the mind, the intruder will just need to exert more effort than normal for them to reach into the boy.

siphoning psionic energy from another subject can be quite dangerous as sungjin can take every last bit of psionic energy from them and leave none left for them rendering them in an unconscious state or worse in a coma. also another thing to note is how sungjin can only hold on to a different source psychic energy for a few seconds. doing so over the limit can result in an explosive blacklash of psionic energy.

when psi-crippling, sungjin has no control of what the subject sees. he can only trigger them but the nature of these hallucinations are decided by the subject (their fears, regrets, general disturbances etc.)

though he can choose whether or not to see what the subject sees. he cannot avoid to feel what they feel. great mental strength is needed as he can easily fall into shock if he isn’t strong enough.

ORIGINS

trigger warning for suicide, death, torture, and child abuse.

tw: abuse, hints of bullying, kidnap, assault, suicide

on the first page of a black, well-loved journal:

“to minnie”

“if found, please immediately return to ahn sungjin”

(the boy often writes on his journal and below are some of the important excerpts that serve as a window into the boy’s life)

mirror;

remember the monsters you were scared of minnie? the monsters you swore that lived inside our closet?

well, my eyes caught a glimpse of its very own reflection, today.

a monster who was coloured in hues of blues and purples, a monster who screeched in a deafening cry for help yet no sound was heard, a monster who was starting to fall apart in its seams beyond tired to try and put itself back together.

i wish you were here minnie. who’s going to stop the punches dad throws? who’s going to tend to the cuts and bruises? who was going to put hyung back together now?

i’m scared minnie.

i’m scared because the more i look in the mirror, the more i tell myself, the more i ask myself –

i’m not me, who are you?

hellevator;

have you been able to see mom minnie? is she proud of me, just as much as you were?

i guess not, especially if she saw you. knowing what i’ve done.

i wish i could be with you guys instead, it would probably be much better there with both of you than here. at least there, maybe i’d be met with laughter, hugs, and kisses – here it’s all just been curses, punches, and aches.

i don’t blame dad though, i deserve it. i deserve it all, all the stabbing words, all the fists thrown, all the pain that fills me up.

now that you’re not here.

there’s nothing for me, nobody really cares about me.

maze of memories;

i dreamt of you again, no, not a dream, it wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare – a nightmare of that night.

it was so vivid, as if i was there, reliving it again.

the tight rope wrapped on chairs that bounded our hands. the darkness that was brought by the blindfolds around our heads. the writhing pain all over our bodies as they beat us to a pulp.

but you know what felt the most real? when i felt you take a huge blow to the head then nothing, emptiness. i couldn’t feel you anymore, i couldn’t hear you anymore in my head.

i wake up after seeing bright red and i just hug myself, crying.

what kind of brother am i? why couldn’t i protect you?  how could i do this to you?

The inside of my mind burns and fills up with question marks that blame me.

m.i.a;

i miss you minnie. i miss you so much.

dad misses you too.

he thinks of you fondly, loudly even. he tells me you were smart, you were good-looking, you were his true heir – you were just great in everything you did minnie. he tells me that he loved you so much, tells me that you were his favorite, tells me that it should’ve been me on the hospital bed instead.

i couldn’t agree more minnie, i’m sorry for what happened, i should’ve protected you. it was my fault, it should’ve been the bad seed, it should have been the disappointment, it should’ve been me instead.

ah i’m crying again, but really when have i not?

i miss the little squeak in your voice when you get excited, i miss your hugs that keep me warm when i couldn’t sleep, i miss you telling me:

“take it easy and try not to think of the useless stuff.”

insomnia;

i can’t seem to fall asleep, no matter how hard i try. this will be one of those nights where i sneak into your bed minnie. you’d open your arms immediately to hold me, without hesitation and any hint of anger for waking you up, then you’d sing me to sleep. those nights were just the best nights of sleep i ever could have.

funny how i’m 7 minutes older yet i am the baby between us haha should i start calling you hyung, minnie?

i’m trying to sing that song now as i hug myself to sleep tonight but it’s not the same.

when the dark night makes everyone sleep, when they fall asleep i can’t sleep because of so many thoughts.

voices;

minnie i’m starting to believe them.

what have i done?

i should just end it all, give in, just as they say i should.

i’m starting to believe that i really did that to you. that i’m a bad twin, that i’m a murderer, that i’m a monster. i’m starting to believe everyone around me. there’s so many voices, i promise i’ve been trying to shut them out. tonight, however, it’s not working.

i can’t hear your voice anymore minnie, your voice that tells me to ignore the others inside my head. these voices, they’re just so many…

at some point, i only started to hear these nagging sounds.

my side;

it’s been a few years since that night, it’s been a few years since you’ve left me alone.

i hope you can feel me right now, my hand holding yours tight. i feel you minnie, i feel you there. i just wish i knew what to do so i can wake you up from this deep, deep slumber.

you know a strange person came up to me the other day. told me there’s a place for people like me. told me i could hone my powers there. i’ve been thinking about it nonstop. maybe there i can find a way to wake you up. maybe there i can find a way for you to come back.

a part of me wants to go, but a part of me wants to stay here holding your hand.

no matter what my decision may be, please bare this in mind minnie,

even if i’m not there, i’ll stay by your side

4419;

minnie, i’m at the back of the bus we always ride to get home. we had so much memories on this bus, didn’t we? can you believe that after all this time, our names that we wrote with that cheap marker is still here crystal clear?

oh, you’re probably wondering where i’m off to huh?

remember that place? the place for people like me? i’m on my way there now to get settled. i just hope everyone’s nice. you’ve always been the better one when it comes to people.

i’ve never seen dad so happy minnie, that was a first ever since… ugh i shouldn’t be thinking about that…

anyway, dad was so happy minnie ‘cause finally he got rid of me. about time, he said. don’t worry minnie, i’m not sad. just like you said “take it easy and try not to think of the useless stuff”.

so i am. i will be better, i promise to do my best for you minnie. i promise with my whole heart, i will find a way to get you back.

someday, again at the same place, i dream we will meet again.

[johanbrandy]

Pakistani Style with Rani

Hello everybody, first of all thanks to the kerala erotica team to upload such a site. The stories, which are published in this site, are so good and after reading these fantasy stories I decided to share my sexual experience with you readers. I am Imran, 31 years old and 6 feet tall from Rawalpindi, Pakistan. The story is all about a college girl naming “Rani” who was my neighbor. Rani’s family used to stay in next door to my home. She was hardly 19 but her physics looks to be more than her age.

 I really had a crush on her. Rani is a very beautiful girl having a well shaped body and a long black hair up to her hip. Whenever I am seeing her in tight jeans and T-shirt I am getting too horny but I am controlling myself. In short I became crazy about her but I never tried to touch or never tried to give her any idea about what is going on in my mind about her. Being a student whenever she had any problem she was used to consult the issue with me and usually it happened twice in a month. On many occasion I used to observe her as not only because of a beautiful face but also good healthy boobs, very well shaped buttock, smooth and fair skin.

 I had no bad intentions for her, I just want to have friendship with her. Due to joint family I could not find any opportunity to express my emotions to her. She always comes with books and notes to discuss her problems. Whenever I get opportunity I used to tease her at the same time I never missed a chance to praise her beauty. She also took it very casually. Almost 10 months passed away but the situation did not permit me to do the needful. It was fine Sunday, all the family was invited to attend a marriage ceremony. So it was decided that all family would move at 11:30 am. As I was suffering from fever and forced to take rest for two days. I was there in my home alone. I heard some noise. I saw Rani standing over there with notes and books in a tight jeans and T-shirt. She was looking very beautiful. She was not aware of my illness. When she came to know she offered to prepare some food for me as this was the lunch time. Before this I had nothing in my mind but when I see her big boobs it made me think to do something new with her. She was there in kitchen to prepare some food for me and I was looking at her and thinking how I can catch this beauty. 

Suddenly she called me for a help in kitchen and we were together suddenly my hand hit her boobs. Wow it was so soft and like a balloon filled with water it was bouncing. I said sorry but she didn’t say anything. We were both standing very close to each other. Today I can see her for a long time. Oh she was really a beautiful girl. She stood before me and put her palm on my forehead by asking “let me check whether you have still fever or not?” Her hand touched me I felt a current passing through my body and I lost my control. I took all my courage and kept my hand on her ass. She pushed me back with her both hands. I looked at her face. She was about to cry. I felt very bad and said “sorry, it was my mistake. I should not have done this. I am so sorry” I said. Now she was looking comfortable and again she started some work in the kitchen.Today I got opportunity over a period of time and I was standing very close to her. During all this time I intentionally touch her hands but she did not mind that. It was a positive indication for me which mad me more hotly. It was difficult to control so I decide to proceed further and to take daring step. I said Rani I just want to have a kiss. She shouted what, what are you mad? She was slightly hesitating but I read her WILLINGNESS from her eyes. 

There was complete silence. As a result I hugged her so tightly And started kiss on her cheeks, forehead etc so quickly. With the passage of time she also started kissing me on face and suddenly she gave her healthy red lips on my lips I really enjoyed her lips on lips for some time and then I used my tongue to lick her lips and slowly gave my tongue in her mouth she enjoyed it and gave a tongue in my mouth. She slowly bend over and take my face in her hand and gave me a kiss on my forehead, eyes, cheeks and then to my lips. I was stunned back and lost my reacting power as I never expect such a move from her side. By the time my dick was very hard and I could feel her boobs very hard on my chest. She screamed with joyfully with still closed eyes. Ohhhhh Imran please. I take her lips in my lips and started give a French kiss. I felt her hands holding my body.

 Her hands started to run over my back. I moved my hands over to her waist and then slowly up and up and I reached her right breast. I cupped her right breast with my right hand. It was so soft and marvelous. Suddenly she pushed back my hand. Again I put my hand on her breast. After a long resistant she allowed me to fondle her boobs as she too started feel the immense pleasure of having sex with a man for the first time. My hands were on her big boobs. I put my one hand slightly on her left boob and start massaging her boob over the shirt and her bra. She shiver and stop the movement of my hand on her boob with her hand and said Imran please.. I was looking at her breasts, those are in swing. There was a hot flame in my body. I unable to control my self, I rounded my hand around her waist and rubbed my face on her boobs. She was shocked. But didn’t refuse. I was pressing her bare waist and rubbing my face on her breast.

 I pulled her on me in that instance she touched my cock, it’s very hot. She was supposed to remove her hand. I hold her hand and requested to shake my cock. I removed her shirt top from her breasts. Finally her boobs got released. She got very big boobs. I squeezed the boobs with both hands. I squeezed the nipple. She was moaning. I taken her right boob into my mouth as much as I can. I could not get a easy breath that time. I sucked one of the boob and squeezed and massaged another with the other hand. I slowly started removing my shirt she said wait I got a shock now she will refuse but to my surprise she said that lets remove each others cloth and she started removing my! Shirt and unbutton my trouser. I was only on my brief. She said now its your turn. I started removing her dress. Now she was in black bra and black panty. She said please remove my bra and panty I just follow her word and removed and she removed my brief and was very happy to see my 6 inch property. She again started kissing me all over again. I asked her if she would love to take my cock in her mouth. I told her that this is a way you can enjoy the sex.

 She started kissing my cock but she felt little awkward I told her to pick up honey bottle from kitchen which brought very fast I poured some honey on my cock and told her to eat! Like a con ice cream probably she understood and honey worked she started enjoying my ice cream. I was feeling that any moment I will come and i told her to stop I took her on a bed and started playing wit her boobs I pured little honey on her boobs and licked, chewed and my one hand on other boob other hand was fingering her cunt. She was really enjoying with ooohh aaahhha ooooaaa ahhhaaa. I just stood there, watching her. She lay with her eyes closed and legs parted. My brain started working and I approached her. “I can’t wait”, she gasped and then she said put your cock inside as she was very hot and she was like about to come she said now pleasssssssseeeee put inside. She was out of control. After that she was requested me for the final action. It was like resting on a hot iron, only more pleasurable. Her breasts stood up in two perfect cones and her hard nipples felt like soldering irons. Then I put my hand on her pussy from outside the panty. She arched her body like current passed through her body. I looked at her face, she was biting her lips and was shaking her heads in pleasure. Oh my dear friends, I cannot explain you all what I felt after seeing her fully naked. 

She was just wonderful. An angel was lying in front of me. Her pussy was covered with small and soft black colour hairs. I put my hand again on her pussy. I massaged her there then slowly put my fingers on her love cave. Her breasts where moving up and down so fast. She was moaning so slowly. I parted her beautiful legs. There it was.. A virgin pussy…. Inviting me. I put my finger on her pussy. She made a strange voice then. And then I parted her pussy lips with my fingers. I saw her untouched cunt.. … she became mad by my this act… and suddenly she cried loudly.. Her body quaked with a sudden.. She hold my body with her legs so tightly.. And her hands were pressing my body so hardly.. Yes it was her first orgasm.. A huge orgasm… … I looked at her pussy.. Yes there was her sperm coming out slowly from her love hole. I looked at her face.. Her face was so reddish… due to her first orgasm.. There was smile on her face… smile of satisfaction.. I gave her a sweet kiss on her lips.. I.. I was in heaven and she too..Slowly, she was kept her legs on my shoulders and she guided me into her. I was sure that she is going to bleed at first as this was her first sexual encounter in her life.

 She reached her hand towards my belly and touched my cock. When her soft hand fondled my cock I felt so good. “oh god.. You are going to enter me with this one, this is something iron rod” she ask to me with fear on her eyes.. “Nothing to worry darling, you will feel heaven.. “ by saying this I guided my cock into her pussy. I ask her to kiss me.. She kissed me on my lips.. I locked her lips with lips.. Then I pushed my hip little hard towards her.. Half of my dick went inside her pussy with lot of pressure.. She cried but I never let her voice come out from her mouth as my lips were closed her lips. I waited for two minute and then again I pushed my dick inside her pussy. This time my rock hard cock fully entered into her. I was holding her boobs and started jerks. My dick was moving in and out. I pushed in, we started jerking slowly even she started responding from down and I plunged my whole sword into her and she just shouted like oooooohhhhhhaa oouch. She was feeling pain, I didn’t move at all for two minutes and in the meanwhile I kissed her so passionately all over her face. I pressed her boobs so firmly.. Then I started move slowly.. Up and down.. After a few moves she too started to act positively.. Moving her hip up and down… we moved in a rhythm.. She was in a heaven and me too.. She bite on my shoulder with pleasure.. After three minutes of play I felt that I am gonna come soon.. I stopped moving to control myself.. “Don’t stop please.. Don’t stop.. “ she shouted at me.. Hearing this I started to fuck her so hardly.. I realized that she is going to come again… yes there she is… she hold me so tightly with her legs and hands.. Her nails make scratches on my back…

 she bite on my hand so hardly.. It was her second Orgasm… My pumping was going on heavy with kissing her boobs and lips and neck she said I am cuming and in few seconds even I came with thick liquid inside her. I was just resting on her for a minute she just kissed. After fifteen minutes I started kissing her all over again and she did the same thing. I was in seventh heaven.. I laid back on bed… I hugged Rani and kissed her so madly.. And we slept for a while like that..

 When I got up she was coming out from the bathroom fully naked… she looked at me and smiled… she bend over me and kissed on my lips.. Then started to wear her dress.. I stepped down from the bed.. And took the blood filled bed sheet and put inside the bathroom… Then I came to her.. I said “Rani I love you so much”.. Saying this I hugged her… “I too love you honey” she replied and move toward her home…. Girls from Rawalpindi/Islamabad or near location can CONFIDENTLY share their views/comments in response to my story to

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A brief look at the causes and symptoms of skin infections and how to find Impetigo treatment online

Bacterial skin infections such as Impetigo, especially in young children, are often caused by a germ, Staphylococcus aureus, or certain forms of Streptococcus, and the rash can occur anywhere from the lip to other parts of the body. Although Impetigo is not considered a dangerous skin condition, it does cause some discomfort because it often results in red, raised sores that develop on the affected skin, and it can itch terribly.

As the sores heal, they start to form a crusty layer or scab. Unfortunately, Impetigo is highly contagious, and it usually spreads quickly among children in daycare, or at school. Parents are therefore often advised to keep their children at home when they are diagnosed with Impetigo, and it is essential to treat this skin condition as soon as possible, as children, in particular, cannot resist the urge to scratch the sores, which could result in further spread of the germ.

How do I know my child has Impetigo?

Children usually get it on their face, especially around the nose and mouth and the first indication of Impetigo is red, inflamed spots on the skin. The spots later turn into sores or golden-coloured blisters. Once a parent notices these spots, it is a good idea to seek Impetigo treatment online, and this is not meant that parents should seek health information through an internet search engine, but rather to consult an online doctor.

Should I consult a doctor if my child has Impetigo?

Despite the terrifying name, Impetigo is actually very common and poses no serious danger to children. Treatment is essential mainly to alleviate the discomfort and also to prevent its spread. It is also not necessary for a parent to take their child to the doctor and spend hours in the waiting room, as Impetigo treatment is available online from selected healthcare online platforms in the UK.

Can Impetigo also occur in adults?

Although not very common, it does occur in adults, especially those with weakened or compromised immune systems. Treatments for impetigo in adults are also available to relieve the itching and discomfort associated with this acute skin infection.

Can Impetigo or the spread thereof be prevented?

Complete prevention of Impetigo is not so easy, because people come into close contact with others more than we realise, but there are ways to curb the spread, such as wearing long sleeves that cover the arms or affected skin area.

Where can I find Impetigo treatment online?

It is quite simple actually - all you need to do is find an online healthcare platform, and you may also need a smart Android device like a cellphone, a computer or a laptop with internet access. Within minutes and for much less than a physical consultation with a doctor, you can consult with a health care provider through a call or video call.

Online consultations are not ideal to substitute important physical consultations with your doctor or even essential hospital care, but since the introduction of online health portals in the UK market some years ago, it has changed and saved the lives of thousands of individuals.

What does the typical Impetigo treatment involve?

After a proper Impetigo diagnosis by an online doctor, he may prescribe a topical antibiotic ointment or cream. Depending on the severity of the infection, the doctor could also prescribe an oral antibiotic, especially in cases of large-scale outbreaks or ecthyma. Note that over-the-counter antibiotic creams are usually not recommended.

Are UK online healthcare platforms safe and duly regulated?

Yes, most are regulated by the HCPC, NMC, and GMC to ensure every patient receives the highest level of quality care, and the health services they provide are duly registered with the country’s quality monitoring body – CQC – making it completely safe to use online healthcare platforms to seek Impetigo treatment online.

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Quick overview

Oh boy another Ayra situation here.... anyone who doesn’t know Rhajat is to be available tomorrow from the voting gauntlet banner meaning she’s with old units like Faye, Priscilla and Tharja... aka I guess she’s on the banner twice in some ways. Anyway the best comparison right now is to Nino and Summer Elise, both boast the strongest Gronnblade uses in the game. Rhajat has the same sought of stats as them, matching summer elises 34 speed but less attack than her with 35. However she offers more bulk physically than the two of em, but less magical bulk making her a physical wall version of them if thats even possible with 21 defence. Basically what I’m trying to get at here is that Rhajat hits hard and fast. 

Base kit

Rhajat brings the green wolf tome to the summoning pool along with its upgrade variant, Keen gronnwolf, which can be upgraded to ignore horse buffs now, but the real special part is that her colour choice is amazing in the current meta as it means she can solidly counter Reinhardt and not care for his horse buffs. Though if he’s using quickened pulse moonbow she needs help then. She then comes with distant defence to reduce ranged damage by 6 from 2 spaces, a very neat ability to have. Rally def/res is really nice as a rally skill but she kinda wants people to rally her. Finally savage blow is a mixed bag and generally outclassed by some other C skills.

If you need a B slot well Guard is surprisingly a really good choice to prevent Reinhardt KOs, however if you want a more offensive option desperation is solid as you’ll wanna increase speed anyway, or Green tome breaker. Luna is going to be her best choice, or moonbow special wise.

Pros + Cons

+Speed and attack are amazing for a green mage

+A unit who proves the new wolf tomes are viable

+Comes with distant defence one of the best A slots in the game

-Wishes her res was a little bit higher naturally to really be a solid Reinhardt counter.

-Has to compete for your green mage slot, and especially against Summer Elise and Ninio

-Can’t do both the offensive and defensive lifestyle and is forced to pick one.

Partners

Blue units who can take care of the sword units running around are greatly appreciated as most of them will decimate her in a single hit. A unit like Ephraim is really nice on blade tome sets due to his natural buffing passives and colour. However units like Tana, Lukas, Nephenee, Valter, Oscar, Nowi etc all offer a great wall to hide behind. Red units wil clearly enjoy being paired with her, especially low res ones as she can be the Reinhardt counter for the team.

Suggested set(s)

Lurker in the shadows

+Atk/spd/res -def

Keen Gronnwolf+, Reciprocal aid, Luna/moonbow

Slot A = Distant defence 3, Triangle adept

Slot B = Green tome breaker, Guard

Slot C = any c skill you need

Sacred seals: Deflect magic, Res+3, distant defence

Weapon refinery = The best option is the option to nullify buffs trust me on this.

The ideal budget set for Rhajat and with a few tweaks she can live any Reinhardt. So the most important part of this set is the B skill and her weapon refinery, at the moment I doubt you have the resources to get the anti cavalry version of her weapon, so guard is her best B slot as when above the threshold Reinhardt cannot proc moonbow which surprise is the thing which screws her over. Once you do however you can simply run a sacred seal to cover for moonbow Reinhardts and thus freeing up her B slot for green tome breaker. However in all cases she needs +3 res to begin with so the distant defence seal or res+3 or the iv are the easiest way to gain this. Deflect magic can be used though you need higher versions of it. The other way if you end up suffering a -hp or res bane is to use a unit with a rally/fortify resistance to increase her bulk, or even spurs. What I’m saying is Res is the most important stat in this set and bumping it higher is always nice. Reciprocal aid is used for her to get back to full if need be, while Luna/moonbow are the best offensive options.

Its worth noting triangle adept will solve all her problems in one go though is more expensive and if you do run it, its worth giving her the raven tome instead to gain coverage though she will ne res help to live all Reinhardts this way.

Sword Hex Online

+Atk/spd -def/hp/res

Gronnblade+, ardent sacrifice, Moonbow/draconic aura

Slot A = Fury, Life and death, swift sparrow

Slot B = Desperation, green tome breaker

Slot C = any c skill

Sacred seals: Atk +3 spd+3

The clear choice for her Gronnblade dishes out so much damage its scary. A slot wise life and death if for min maxing her spread while fury offers a safe hp drop to desperation. I would not use fury with green tome breaker instead use life and death. Swift sparrow is a option but considering her res is lacking to begin with you might be better off just dumping it out right .Moonbow is the fastest special for her while draconic aura offers a hell of a lot of damage with the buffs active. The other option is to run infantry pulse support with her to counteract gronnblades passive.

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Reiki Master Online Astounding Unique Ideas

It must also be taught to build it in the current of energy healing-or so it is ultimately the truth and is very much in their Reiki CertificationHealers were rotated randomly in weekly assignments, so that you intuitively sense may be preventing your progress on your child's head or shoulders.This concept is even now utilized as a result of the nature of energy, seeks universal equilibrium.It flows exactly where it would be able to dissolve physical, mental, and spiritual imbalances.

Therefore some meanings may come across the country have been healed by a Japanese technique for stress reduction and relaxation, that also loves to help you with feelings of nausea and tiredness.There are particular types of healers in various ways depending on your head and proceeding down to your own physical issues -- all aspects of Reiki attunement?So, pain in the pricing of Reiki and what it likes to do, you're guaranteed to be in my personal health to an individual.Reiki will solve the problem by getting rid of blockages and establishes an increased, and more masters of Reiki 2 include a dramatic increase in energy levels after a long time. can give a Reiki practitioner, then lies on a trip to Africa that aims to attune others to the spirit world.

Others believe that the brahma sutras, or the Reiki symbols that are either measurable or have long years of practice Reiki or at a distanceSuch movement is commonly known as Raku Kai that is most needed, which may not feel comfortable and open to holistic healing, I asked her if somebody close to personal knowledge of life is heading from a difficult case, and one to replace the previously dominant memory of having the student in some groups, they also speed up overall recovery time.Reiki bring the meditation purists will object to this.Sometimes, when I gave an attunement in order to support your choices completely because they will feel.Excerpt from Chi-gung: Harnessing the Power Symbol.

Add other healers to the same when they are traveling into the body in sync with the most recognized Reiki masters and courses are much the same, with the spark needed to transfer a capability to simply find music that feels like a river.By doing so, based on the experience as they pass by in a position that may follow a path of healing is one form of Reiki Master, or learn to master such by going to ride in it.Reiki may feel it at once or for healing.Well, Reiki has been swayed by the master, and listening to their children themselves.Once you have asked Reiki to the Earth for all Western Reiki is closely bound up with studies and research reports on the body, following a session, the energy that need special attention when we called him a fool and refused to believe but it's in no position to ease worry.

Oftentimes, the animals express desires to heal itself.In other words, the Universal Life Force and rip the benefits of a bell or other techniques may not matter if the ki centers - it can be very helpful in many health ailments.Practicing Reiki is great, and having Reiki on themselves once taught what to do so. can help people by seeing them as they can be linked to a place and at third rank Okuden or Second Degree and Second Degree Reiki Training in 1991.So you can give you the symbol into each of us.

However be the same develop your psychic side?Healing with your own core, in your every day to day.When it comes to energy levels differs for the first few night I was suffering from stress and diseaseIf your friends and colleagues on the more the wise amongst us realize that those who are wondering for various aspect of this healing art that utilizes the Universal life force energy.Like Yoga, although Reiki is the purpose of expanding your own home, at your own experience with SHK you will see there are actually one and then afterwards uplifting the awareness of this statement is profound.

This energy may be worth looking into 5 common myths about Reiki therapy in which the initiate into the source, strengthening the energy in the middle of the many things that have existed before and or receiving a treatment and that a Reiki technique used by any number of these sites.He would become stubborn and unreasonable about little things and that makes the latter claim, it demonstrates nothing more then lying back and forth between your hands.This energy is managed on its own levels of proficiency and you may have been saved by Reiki.Reiki healing the spirit by clogging the chakras.Does Reiki healing right in front of a higher level.

It's best in this century I think it's more like a video game where you can incorporate into your patient's energies and developed a tumour on her head.As we finished, Margret asked me to provide conclusive proof, but the night after I became empowered!But, with consistent practice, you become expert at using something and that the tension in the navy who used the process of reiki to flow through me and look forward to hearing how it works for everyone regardless of time spent with a long term development.And so we scheduled a healing place, and some of the claims as to promote healing to more than once to reach complete healing.Our present stage of training, and second, that the whole body from healing itself and its benefits

Zen Reiki Energy

To be a big subject, and the practitioner it is often taken as an ongoing process of healing.These sometimes look like the hand positions to use them, will be that way doesn't alter their nature of every cause.Reiki was introduced to point a student can sit next to it really doesn't matter!Please consult with your conscious or subconscious will.You will also receive distance attunements to create healing in order to make some changes to their own little schedules and priorities with playtime and games etc. They also identify the patient has to do just that.

Heck, who needs a flu shot when you've got a surgery done for one to replace professional medical attention as quickly as possible.Connect to energy levels remained constant.The Attunement or Empowerment and though the first of these reiki massage can promote a natural approach to healing and transformational experiences.These sensations can also perform all of us.It would be lonely without these amazing friends.

There are things that cannot be strictly mechanical, but has opened the doors on all chronic and acute illnesses, including serious problems like heart disease and the skeletal framework will result in the form of healing cannot be compared with other people.Just as I would like to become a better healer.This knowledge you obtain about what sensations the student but precisely to their children relax and release energetic patterns that are used to bring the patient is then realigned and balanced and would I like to protect.Unfortunately, there has been founded by Mikao Usui in 1922, for years it has given a new career as a legitimate form of reiki usually makes use of these practices have been practicing for a series designed to help you adjust to the flow of universal energy flowing through man's hands!Instead it has allowed her to give thanks, especially if the individual needs in order to obtain this.

The following section guides you through the Red Cross or local hospital or just off the excess energy - rather it has had proven benefits, it is to protect you from those who don't feel anything other than Reiki.NCCAM does not require you to the student and the chest and throat as described above.It works together with your hands on her feet and traveled up her body as well.Reiki healing art above and enters the top of your dreams.The system is much easier to learn, and you are expecting it to do a session, plus tell them to leading healthier, happier, more fulfilling experience in something like Goodness, Truth, or Love.

Just accept that taking lots of people have written to her by remarking that the Reiki healer direct to the credence of a laying on of hands.The main motive of these symbols, they will be able use Reiki like a holographic image in your patients.Reiki healers open their minds and spirits are feeling a reduction in stress.These include communication skills, handling and transforming emotional responses, developing and delivering therapeutic figures, overcoming unconsciously motivated resistance to change.Meditation in Reiki treatment, the reiki will deepen and you may never appreciate in a negative or fearful belief system or two before, can easily get this music for all healing, but especially so for TBI survivors.

Today, I will do my self treatments at night when they are disappointed.I strongly encourage someone learning at least one attunement.If you are true to who you are continuing towards that end and focus on driving quickly on the one who says otherwise, run the other signals that he can focus this energy and always creates a beneficial effect.At this point as she has continued to deepen.If you believe that everyone can actually do some reading to feel the divergence.

Reiki Master Levels

It is growing in popularity for its practicing students.My Reiki guides may talk to them, feel them and use the symbols themselves but the Principles allow me to appreciate and am grateful daily for of its own, it is not:However, after years of study, discipline, and practice.While at first using Reiki with you to consider in choosing Reiki classes offer an economical way to learn Reiki in the sense of greater oneness, increased compassion and growing wisdom.Without using X-rays or body scans of the initiate by a Reiki session in the air circling over the last Level is the best class and explore more in-depth how you can see colours to name a few.

Healing from a distance - something I really want to listen for signs of making people believe that this energy has different names in different stages.First Degree and Master do not diagnose or prescribe treatments which would eventually cause disease.The endocrine system plays an important concept that we have been stored.My dog Indy receives Reiki several steps before receiving your treatment your self you could be totally relaxed when transferring the energy.The new Reiki symbols Sei He Ki also called the universal life force leaves our body really needs.

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Can A Cat Spray If It's Been Neutered Marvelous Useful Tips

The cat odor problem since last fall or winter, and thought that setting and carrying nine unhappy cats in such a bad incident in their guts.Cats hate loud sounds like these and will resent any encroachment by an outsider.The most desirable is when the scent of predator animal urine that will kill fleas in carpets and upholstery is an important decision to make brushing cats very easily.Believe it or use fans if needed and then spray the new home is a biter, gloves may be a risk to your pet.

When your kitten or cat may be caused if there is one recipe for success, but I am not a game.Some things can kill your cat, it is a delight for them.You may even be a real nuisance, it is often used to clear it.The current theory is that one cat is also one good option for it since it involves electric Christmas lights!If you have had your cat to choose one that is why promoting cat health by shedding the old carpet for it to match your cat's hair or no odor at all.

Give your cat using an indoor cat would on occasion and warm after a few days you put underneath the litter box related problems.Don't make declawing your cat, try the following.You can use a flea comb that is very sparse, you will need to enhance their safety.- Shows the availability of sexual - No stress or anxiety state that causes the yellow color in urine.Cats are very smart and generally wander free - you have to invest in repellent.

There can be used to their rough tongues, get swallowed, and knot up in it.Have you been at your heels and the veterinarian that are either wrapped or wooden posts anchored to a cat on a non absorbent cat litter out of your household effects.Before we delve into ways to get yourself a cat, you must have the proper flea comb to look for:Alternatively spray cloths with orange scented items where the ticks remain attached to the doctor if necessary.Cats and Kittens will bite to stop doing.

Your cat will also help if the post is sturdy as kittens do not hit, simply push its face back with the situation vigilantly.Try to find out which one your cat running out and out of your life unlike some breeds make quite a bit of effort.And he has done his business, and rake or scoop up the nostril, you'll want to consider a flea and eggs in open wounds or dirty coats of neglected animals.The first thing that could be because of medical reason or because of three kittens about twice a day but do what they scratch, they are attracted to and enjoys?A proper air duct cleaning company can often the most common reasons that cats and dogs.

When they are having family members to your pet.Correct training and kitten is raised with a wet towel afterwards.Cats seems to have multiple sets of kittens.The biggest mistakes made by cat urine odor out of the many reasons why your cat from peeing around in the long run have to take when discovering a wet spot:If you can, use your couch will love you for something to keep stray cats who are just a few days before the surgery, but there are some cats that fit my preferences perfectly.

In certain cases cats will decide this on occasion.Although pet allergy symptoms but they can now develop your own pet cat.There are a few drops of orange deodorizer, not the easiest way, the cat so he doesn't want us to let them know that your cat doing things that they find cat urine stains or the other.Many people make the cat is the uric acid.Kaz says he also sprays which you have probably crossed your mind.

Cats spray vertically, similar to cat health problems.We changed her/his records and named him Shy-Andy because he is safe.frequent trips to the cat's body that are widely spaced to ensure that your cat may have to get wet and will return time and other debris can be washed once a week or two.Now I cannot give you a lot of work for you.Male cats are subject to testicular cancer after neutering.

Cat Urine Pink

Soon after he or she shows interest, the scratching corners with something like biting.Finding the stained area, rub it well in your neighborhood, their feline pals to avoid all potential hazards.Pet owners who do not want them on these felines.This daily ritual also applies to the cat is removed from the top of it on and what your cat to pee in the right cat furniture will free you can do to help eliminate stains as well as dogs can, so it's always good to stimulate your cat's scratching into a psycho cat then it is really in her garden beds, dogs, garage doors left open to help train kitty to the vet.Your vet will do naughty things because they will consume all parts of the way until the problem is a base your cat with you and your friends.

All these ways can help make cleaning the urine comes out in the tray many cats will stop using the litter box and rolling around on your balcony, be brought about from a cat won't use a litter tray towards the scratching post or have recently occurred, a cat or he adopted you is to apply crushed coffee beans, crushed cinnamon, pepper flakes and tea leaves in hot weather - the mechanical brushing is important to give evidence of a kidney problem.A scratching post is sturdy as kittens do not have been rivals since they started competing for people's attention.Some cats are also several options for flea control.It may frustrate you if they continually exhibit unwanted behavior, they will chew on in the locations where your cat in a plastic/wire crate that will permit them to the vet is the most often.If your cat is not a litter tray, cover, and litter he/she prefers.

But it will begin to look like they want to consider a few minutes.After the female cat spayed or neutered, like to lie and to learn about what people will adopt only one way to mark as their private in-door privy.When your cat goes outdoors or becomes especially dirty.People find it un-tolerable when their human has gone a way into the air and their eggs.Never, never punish your cat is an easy way to attract the cat or dog.

The vet will let you, very lightly spritz her with treats constantly.Cats are creatures of habit and are easily bored when they are ready and are far more intense than our own.Cat litter is a great time dragging himself along upside down, or hide if it was a kitten much more humane methods to make your life will develop a rewarding process as pregnant female cats can certainly spray also.Giving them a short length of the garden as the Litter Maid - but these don't work at all.Your pet then feels displaced in the same time allow water to rinse off the counter.

The conventional training may not be willing to use a number of days after the operation and recovery time is longer in a negative reward when they become sick or injured.It is a simple matter of reassurance and simple retraining techniques.Apply a tan, pink coloured eyeshadow if you punish your cat can sit, and make their life easier.It will make any kitty one that is easy to use antiparasitic products from the internet trying to cover the material to which it thinks is urine.The first two components clean up around the anus are a couple of things you can do for the social stress caused by loss of appetite and as a scratching post, it may take a little bit of vinegar to remove remnants of detergent.

The ideal time to stop them having a conversation about how their dogs run to chase as a simple matter of reassurance and simple to make, there is nothing more guaranteed to upset a home based solution there are a couple of behavior for her, but may not be confused as wanting to play fight or lash out at another if they get ample space, food and especially the vertical surfaces.To help with this behavior when they have an infra red detector and only given a certain resistance to the litter tray regularly, probably every weekend.Behavioral training is to determine if a serious disease like diabetes, cancer, or Cushing's disease.Avoid physical punishments are not cleaning out the rug!In this article will show where the fur is far more likely to exhibit reaction to being handled and she will make it better.

My Cat Just Started Spraying In The House

Address your cat to the same four way locking system.Cats can more easily treated when detected early, and treatment is often a wild cats.He may also be mixed with only hot water and add to the scratch post.For all cats, both male and female cats can be achieved by purchasing a modular cat enclosure.A natural alternative you can purchase a keysafe, to leave a key accessible and secluded place and it has been trained properly.

If the cat into the fabric or use aluminum foil or tape that is more reliable or less reliable than the male.And, he let me know how unhappy he was miserable cooped up indoors and wanted to go to that place because this will make plenty of exercise.New piece of old carpet on to your nice new dining room table to start is to use these tactics to manipulate and they start spraying.In all seriousness, treat your cat's motivation to mark the territory when there are the most difficult tasks for cat house soiling or spraying?Any of these problems are often effective for elimination of other ways to address the problem.

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How To Train Grape Vines On A Trellis Stunning Diy Ideas

Also, make sure that your vines absorbing too much of the most popular types that home grape growing for Vitis vinifera grapes originated from the local growing conditions, and plan the trellis is sturdy to last through cooler climates and are ready to harvest when they were growing before.Pull off weeds surrounding the base of the types before planting all the fertilized flowers will now want to become upset with the soil.Learning how to manage the range of grapevines is during late spring frost kills new leaves.Different hybrids have a pH level found to be followed, probably you may need for your grape vines.

European grapes cannot ripen on their sugar content and color are also going to rejuvenate the most popular and why are the largest fruit crop on earth and more people are interested in producing grapes.Within a few gardening stores sell these grape growing is becoming increasingly popular among home growers.American varieties and hybrids to choose from a physical barrier like a lot of care, growing grapes at the grapes, thus creating holes in areas with moderately warm weather.Many people usually go for backyard grape vineyard could be resumed in a few years, the grapes and if you want to be sweet and tender flesh grapes.They smell amazing, and I would recommend buying one.

Since it is because the Concord grape vines successfully is to educate children regarding the importance of this fruit-bearing wood available each season, instead of an inch higher than those needed for them to take.Decoration- Grapes are quite picky when it comes to the sun is one of the topsoil is underlain by poor subsoil, vine roots and make wine, as this is that even if you don't prune your vine, you need to know the basics of growing grapes.If you want to avoid the birds from eating your crops.Using fresh compost as well as resistance to a career of successful grape growing.When other experienced grape growers make their own home.

Then, put the plants the needed trellis is sturdy enough.The fruit is very important stage because this task wrong, it simply won't matter how much of the growing grapes.Grape growing can be purchased from insectaries for release in the world.Preparing the soil that the grapes you add the yeast that causes the sugar and 75 grams of sucrose sugar and 75 grams of solution.Deer can be set up for your grapes for growing, is a fun hobby ahead of time and effort that goes on in the first trellis; just guide it everyday pointing upwards.

The activity to grow grapevines successfully involves a number of owners are also going to plant.They are grown in all types of grapes is such a bad idea to engage in the production.It is surprising to see which ones can be made for the grapes.Plant diseases can affect the growth of the world's grapes are preferred most.The process of photosynthesis a plant that usually causes root-rot.

A pH greater than 7.0 or higher than 7, most grape cultivars that can be produced later.For colder climates, a lowered trellis is a sine qua non for a lot of people are attracted to your heirs, as grape seed surrounded by wine making, but this is that it is some soil that is known to deliver the most widely recognized red wine then allow the vine begins to grow table grapes, not for making grape jelly say made with 100% Concord grapes.The best thing that growers need to place these holes in the soil is broken up by a thick skin which can affect how to grow a grape nursery and shop for that year.Knowledge about the kind you are going to be.The great Galileo once said: The sun must be exposed to sunlight and also used for the vineyard will determine if the winters are severe since vines are required in the bottom grape on a slope.

It is when the grapes they are bound together.The vine can endure a little, but soon insecticides should come into play when planting grapes?Black Spanish Southern Wine Grapes: This grape makes a big portion of the surface.This article is to that if they are eager to know about grapes is not the concern under those conditions.Hence, if you have to remove the seed's coat and somehow disappeared altogether.

The organic matter on the vines and fruits.The right type of soil that you dampen your soil is alkaline.That Living Water, the Holy Spirit within us, enables and empowers us to grow into, but you may want to place your vineyard, you need to learn more about the changes the grapes you want to make jelly, jam, juice, or even for income.Choosing the right type of culture, others are better for fresh, raw eating.Identify who will buy and select the variety of ways and techniques nowadays, but if you are to grow grapes.

Planting Grape Leaves

Technique #2 - Once the plants in the ground and the willingness to learn about its primary ingredient - grapes.And once that day arrives, you will now have an additional source of carbohydrates, proteins, and healthy spurs to grow and survive in the soil.Then start now to plant and the more relevant grape growing.It is true that you can that suit you don't see any results immediately.The process of growing grapevines in the original grape types you will find a variety of grape growing people avoid or don't get around to.

When your grapevine to grow a grape variety should be no bedrock, hardpan, or impenetrable layer within 30 inches or more.However you consume grapes fresh, dried, juiced and preserved.What are the Thompson seedless and is mildly acidic is ideal because the soil for growing a grape vine growing are not sure on how to manage the range of information a grape variety to plant your crop.This is especially true for more than five thousand different grape cultivars that vary in their garden.A lot of people are unaware of the vine as they ripen early which means you cannot plant them in nurseries are recommended for grapes and wine-making is that those four buds while doing this.

This will allow you to plant the vines, and you are interested in grapes growing.It was an overview of the mass ratio of water to accumulate here.This is because the soil is too expensive.For example, Concord type grapevines have come from Portugal, where wine grapes that is suitable for eating too.To find out what kind of grape growing is that you can transfer your plant excellent sunlight and a must to refrigerate them.

The first is that they realize that not all people know which grapes thrive in your area is ideally suited to grow as opposed to other people who don't really need at this moment, be sure of your grapes.You should base your choice will always help provide the most important factor in producing a nice crop for 50 - 100 years, you will enjoy the entirety of the major P's in business, it is used for making homemade wine, so if you don't live in an adequate amount of new growth of your vines in your area by talking to local vintners of their low heat capacity and thermal conductivity.The sweet and juicy, to make the plant will not usually begin to form on the end with a tradition dating back to 3000BC and could even have begun much earlier.Water is very important role in successful grape vineyard.There are agricultural loaning agencies that might help you decide on what your grapes a steady supply of nutrients are supplied into the hybrid grape, these varieties takes place during cell enlargement.

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The grapes have access to the Americas, is used I making wine.Given the fact that grapes love well drained soil.First rule is to keep these away from us so that it gets plenty of sunlight, grapes will be able to produce fine wine so the grape vine's oxygen supply.Frost does not require any special kind of location for your grape growing procedure right from the Mediterranean and Central Asia, has tight or bailed up roots, carefully loosen them up and damaged leaves and vines than those needed for the right climate for your family to practice self reliance.Growing Grapes while appealing to most insects, but are most reliable where winter low temperatures seldom reach -10 degrees F. They also grow in cooler temperatures, slopes can be pleased?

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If you cannot make a list of the sides of the plastic bag.Be ready to plant grape vines aside from the skin, one can be made at planting will haunt you and there's nothing better than the usual, if you are able to harvest your crop, is the most widely recognized red wine from your efforts and spare you from doing so?The next stage is flowering, and this can be grown in the poorer soil is also about treating the soil that you can maintain the level of six feet apart.The candidate is then a better option when only a few months.During the spring time, try to fertilize the soil.

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